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[road_to_calvary]

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The door swings open as though the man on the other side has somewhere to be. 

Wherever it was, it was not this.

Milliways' latest victim is tall, and broad-shouldered, and old enough that his hair is peppered through with grey. He is dressed well enough, though not in a manner that suggests wealth. Clearly from a time that does not include...anything he can see before him.

'...ah.'


There may be a faint aroma of sewers about him. Apologies, bar denizens. He did his best to rid himself of it, but some things stay with a man long after they should leave.

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[pro_patria_mortuus]

It bears thinking about. All potential outcomes must be considered, weighed, planned for. Those who attempt to bring about a revolution of society must be prepared to fight the worst, and defend the best; those who see a new world dawn, doubly so.

But what Valjean means, he thinks, is that he cannot bear to think about it. And that is a different matter.

"We both hope for no more terrible things," he says soberly. "Though I have no confidence that they will not happen, if the present state of government continues."

"But if terrible things occur, let something better be bought by that bloody coin."

[road_to_calvary]

'Yes.'

A smile, and he closes his eyes. Perhaps he is praying for it.



'Yes, then. Let it be so.'

[pro_patria_mortuus]

Enjolras would not call himself a religious man; he's not a man of the church, and God rarely occupies his thoughts. But he is a man of deep faith. Willing martyrs must be.

In his words, and in his heart, is his own prayer.