It must be, he supposed, some sign of profound weakness of spirit-- that at so little, at a single question, he finds his mind tumbling back into that haze of fevered grief, gunpowder and blood, Eponine there on the ground where she should not have been at all, and he there, too--
"Forgive me. I should go."
He only knows one solution to the onset of such thoughts, and that is Cosette. To simply be with her, near her, to think of the future instead of the past. But even he knows better than to say that here, now.
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Date: 2016-05-02 02:49 pm (UTC)It must be, he supposed, some sign of profound weakness of spirit-- that at so little, at a single question, he finds his mind tumbling back into that haze of fevered grief, gunpowder and blood, Eponine there on the ground where she should not have been at all, and he there, too--
"Forgive me. I should go."
He only knows one solution to the onset of such thoughts, and that is Cosette. To simply be with her, near her, to think of the future instead of the past. But even he knows better than to say that here, now.