[It really is at that. Though, honestly, Enjolras is glad that some of them have gone since then. Marius, for one. Knowing that Marius had found out that he lived, and was able to go home to his Cosette felt right somehow. Grantaire for another, given the pain and illness Jehan had described him suffering here. That one is sadder, of course, given the outcome, but he does believe peace found their resident cynic in the end. Courfeyrac still hurts a great deal, and Eponine, and perhaps that will continue forever, but, with some of them, there is at least something to balance out the bitterness of losing them.]

And near a year for me, perhaps a few weeks over. I...it certainly has been a long one.

I've been thinking about those a bit lately. That where it mattered, at home, we had our victory after all, the more important one. It's let me try new ways to find one for this world, where we have so much in terms of options. If I might fight avoiding violence, moreso than we were allowed in Paris, I will gladly take it.

Ah good, I'd rather hoped not.

[Have a light kiss pressed to your cheek there, Combeferre.] I do very much hate to move. You make me, more than anything else, content.