considering pre-canon for tushanshu

[chiot]

Oi--'ey there, missus, whatcha draggin' me out for, eh? Lemme go back to bein' the mayor of Saint Michele, I've got thin's to do!

An' normally I ain't given much to settin' thin's up but everyone relies on good ol' Gavroche to do his work, an' that's what I'm gonna do! No one's smarter than the pups, miss, not when it comes to who's who and what's what.

I don't need no turtle, I already got an elephant!

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[poeticverses]

Perhaps not quite that large, but certainly bigger than the city. And at night, the shell glows.

[He's a poet. It's kind of his job]

[chiot]

Glows with what?

[poeticverses]

No one seems to know, but it is amazing. It's as if the turtle takes the sunlight and keeps it in its shell until night.

[chiot]

That ain't possible! [ But tell him more. He's way too stubborn to admit he wants to know a story--like a little kid would. Even if he is. ]

[poeticverses]

[Stop being adorable, Gavroche]

And why isn't it? It shouldn't be possible for fire not to burn or for people to live in trees, but it is on that turtle.

[chiot]

If fire doesn't burn I'll eat my hat, I will.

[poeticverses]

I swear, there is fire on the turtle that does not burn. The most amazing thing, however, is the water that comes whenever you need it and it can be as cold or as hot as you'd like it.

[Running hot water. The best thing ever]

[chiot]

[ RUNNING HOT WATER are you serious holy shit. Just.. Let Gavroche stare at you and then raise his voice in disbelief. ]

Why're you on the turtle! [ Change the subject yup because can't grasp the concept of awesome turtle with magic fire ]

[poeticverses]

Because the mademoiselle sent me there, to join my friends. She did not want them to be without me.

[chiot]

[ Hmm. Gavroche tilts his head to the side, actually considering this: ]

Maybe that's what my "Mun" wants, too. But why can't we stay in France and fight?

[poeticverses]

For some of us, the fight is already over.

[And he really doesn't want to elaborate. Not to Gavroche]

[chiot]

[ Have an eyebrow crooked--yeah, right. ] If Enjolras hears you you're gonna get it!

[poeticverses]

His fight is over, too. We...we are unable to help France any longer.

[chiot]

Then when I'm comin' in, we're gonna get off the turtle and back to France.

[poeticverses]

[Oh, God. He was afraid of this]

We can't. Return to France, that is.

[chiot]

A'course we can.

[poeticverses]

No, Gavroche, we can't. We...France has no place for dead men.

this conversation is gonna suck if I app into shanshu ;_;

[chiot]

We ain't dead yet.

so much ;;

[poeticverses]

Enjolras, Combeferre, Grantaire, myself--we are dead. We cannot go back.

[chiot]

Wha--

You're a bleedin' liar! Take it back!

[poeticverses]

I would if I could, gamin. We are dead. I am sorry.

[chiot]

Courfeyrac...?

[poeticverses]

[Jehan just nods]

All of us.

[chiot]

[ He's not concerned with himself--never really has been, he has enough tenacity and youthful stupidity to think he'll always live, even when faced with something like this. But more importantly: ]

Did it fail?

[poeticverses]

We have been told that, sometime in the future, France is freed but...we did not live to see it.