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Enjolras ([personal profile] pro_patria_mortuus) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2016-03-27 11:20 pm

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Spring has come to Milliways, in full warmth. The grass is greening, and the trees are in bud, and so forth. There are even trees in the mountains that are covered in pink flowers.

Were they there last year? Were they, in fact, there last week? Enjolras is not entirely certain on either count.

On the other hand: Milliways. He'll ask Bahorel, or Combeferre or Joly, if he thinks to bother, but he may not.

At any rate, he's sitting at the base of one of the pink trees, on a convenient flat rock. He has a book with him, as usual, but he's currently ignoring it in favor of an abstraction of thought.
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[personal profile] starrydome 2016-03-31 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"But even the just fight might leave those behind with wounds that will not heal," Elrond says quietly.
"It is easy to ask people to die for a cause. Asking them to kill for it - that changes them forever. It is a heavy and bitter burden and a necessary one at times as well. Much as we would wish it wasn't so."

The dead at least know peace.
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[personal profile] starrydome 2016-04-02 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"That is true," Elrond agrees.

"It is a hard fate, but if that is how it is-"
A small, eloquent shrug.

"And that all makes cherry blossoms and the first leaves of spring all the more important."