[There was a point when Enjolras did stop trying his best with his parents. He had meant to, but he'd been young, and stupid, and hardly wanted them to know more than they'd needed. He had not thought that they would have been angry enough to disown him, but the fear and worry it might have caused them had seemed well worth avoiding. ]

No, I suppose not. There is a point where things do stop being under one's control. By the time that we had found the day for France to give birth to mankind's glorious future, there would not have been time to post at all.

I did have letters on my person, a few of them, in fact. One home, one to Combeferre's parents who taught me so much, and for the friends that I had wished to see leaving our barricade alive. I'd planned for it, to send them out, but we were not so lucky as all of that.

Still. I imagine something of my last words will at least be a comfort to my family.