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Jean Prouvaire, Bahorel, and M. Mabeuf. These men died on this day in Paris, fighting for a republic and a free France. They will not be forgotten. I must confess I knew two far better than the last; but they were all gallant, honorable men.

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Date: 2011-06-06 02:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buntails.livejournal.com
[She lost everyone, all her comrades, before coming back to Adstringendum. She knows it's not that easy.]

They still died.

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Date: 2011-06-06 02:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] untamedantinous.livejournal.com
[There is a long pause before he finally responds.]

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Date: 2011-06-06 02:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buntails.livejournal.com


[She doesn't remember the day she died. Not the past, not this time. She remembers the panic of the war in the ancient past, and the dim embrace of nothingness and her final wish after the battle with Beryl.]

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Date: 2011-06-06 03:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] untamedantinous.livejournal.com


[He does. He saw them all die, aside from himself and Grantaire. There was no panic for him, nothing like that -- determination, hope for the future, but none of them were afraid.]

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Date: 2011-06-06 03:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] buntails.livejournal.com
[Oh, she remembers seeing it - each of them sacrificed one by one to save her when they should have been able to live. Her own panic, offering up anything if she could just see them again.

And finally, the determination, the hope, that led her to stand up again and
bring them back.]

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Date: 2011-06-06 03:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] untamedantinous.livejournal.com


[Unfortunately, there was nothing like that for those boys. There was just Marius to remember them, at the last.]
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