It was a different time. We, the world, really, did things differently.
[It came out sounding like an excuse when Enjolras meant it to be something of an explanation, instead, but it was what he had,right now, in this moment. He takes the time though, to be glad things hadn't turned to out and out loathing, on anyone's part.]
I once said that the republic was my mother, and,in many ways, it was true. I do longed for the day, and fought for it, when all mothers would be happy because war and murder would be no more. In that sort of a world, things may have been a little different. I think we might have known each other there, instead of mostly...acknowledging that the other existed.
[He could not, honestly, imagine his mother crying at the news of his death,though. Not because she lacked love for him, but because they barely knew each other. It must have been rather more like the death of a distant cousin. Sad enough that one felt badly when they heard, but that they moved through, rather quickly. His father though? He did suspect his father, being closer to him, must have been upset.]
I did, yes. I would have saved more of my brothers from it, but that plan was tossed out the window with the bathwater only not very many hours into the rebellion at our barricade. We loved each other, all of us, and I could never have had better brothers had I chosen them myself and begged my parents to take them in.
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[It came out sounding like an excuse when Enjolras meant it to be something of an explanation, instead, but it was what he had,right now, in this moment. He takes the time though, to be glad things hadn't turned to out and out loathing, on anyone's part.]
I once said that the republic was my mother, and,in many ways, it was true. I do longed for the day, and fought for it, when all mothers would be happy because war and murder would be no more. In that sort of a world, things may have been a little different. I think we might have known each other there, instead of mostly...acknowledging that the other existed.
[He could not, honestly, imagine his mother crying at the news of his death,though. Not because she lacked love for him, but because they barely knew each other. It must have been rather more like the death of a distant cousin. Sad enough that one felt badly when they heard, but that they moved through, rather quickly. His father though? He did suspect his father, being closer to him, must have been upset.]
I did, yes. I would have saved more of my brothers from it, but that plan was tossed out the window with the bathwater only not very many hours into the rebellion at our barricade. We loved each other, all of us, and I could never have had better brothers had I chosen them myself and begged my parents to take them in.