Sadly true for Enjolras as well. The one thing that could be said of the sort of life both of them lived, under different circumstances admittedly, but still, was that the chances, and the need for some sins were present no matter what. There may be some variation in them, yes, but in the end, they would be sins, and regrets would be regrets. Perhaps it was better to leave them as they were, and yes, to think of what they'd done so far.
He nodded at Midii's words, a little grin crossing his face, as a phrase he hadn't thought about in years, perhaps since 1830, but one his father had often told him in letters when he was about Midii's age and struggling not to be thrown out of a school with priests and masters who disliked him and who he disliked in turn.
"Quau vai souvent en casso, a la fin tuo la becasso." He said, the Occitan Provençal words falling easily from his lips, despite the fact he had not used it in some time. "The turtle who perseveres wins. Given what we've done here, besides survive, I would say that is true. We have done that and sacrificed much to get here, but now, as you point out, we've made it safe."
He thought of the younger people besides Midii, Tony and Sokka, especially those who had arrived after the battle had ended and they'd all woken up. If whatever power that still worked was going to bring children here, then he was glad they'd made it safer, even if he felt badly for the children who had been already here.
He doubted very much that they'd been children for a long time in their homeworlds, those that he thought of, knowing that Midii had certainly not (nor had Gavroche, in Paris), and their service had done a lot to achieve victory, sometimes at a great cost. But, he reasoned, at least for those young people brought here now, things could be safer, better. Enjolras approved of that much, certainly.
"And then there are the kedan." he found himself saying. "I cannot help but marvel at what they have been able to become through what we've done. I wish they liked us better all the same, but still. I take all of this as quite a good sign."
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He nodded at Midii's words, a little grin crossing his face, as a phrase he hadn't thought about in years, perhaps since 1830, but one his father had often told him in letters when he was about Midii's age and struggling not to be thrown out of a school with priests and masters who disliked him and who he disliked in turn.
"Quau vai souvent en casso, a la fin tuo la becasso." He said, the Occitan Provençal words falling easily from his lips, despite the fact he had not used it in some time. "The turtle who perseveres wins. Given what we've done here, besides survive, I would say that is true. We have done that and sacrificed much to get here, but now, as you point out, we've made it safe."
He thought of the younger people besides Midii, Tony and Sokka, especially those who had arrived after the battle had ended and they'd all woken up. If whatever power that still worked was going to bring children here, then he was glad they'd made it safer, even if he felt badly for the children who had been already here.
He doubted very much that they'd been children for a long time in their homeworlds, those that he thought of, knowing that Midii had certainly not (nor had Gavroche, in Paris), and their service had done a lot to achieve victory, sometimes at a great cost. But, he reasoned, at least for those young people brought here now, things could be safer, better. Enjolras approved of that much, certainly.
"And then there are the kedan." he found himself saying. "I cannot help but marvel at what they have been able to become through what we've done. I wish they liked us better all the same, but still. I take all of this as quite a good sign."