Bossuet rests a hand on his shoulder, if Bahorel will permit it. God knows he's not trying to steady the man. But Bahorel should know he's not alone in feeling Prouvaire's loss. "He was the bravest. Vive la France, Vive l'avenir. That's what he said before they shot him; we could hear it. The whole god-damned street could hear it."
There's a sudden bitterness that chokes him. The whole god-damned street could hear it, and yet the doors remained shut and the Guard remained unmoved.
They would have traded that man Javert. His whole miserable spying life for even just a few hours of Jean Prouvaire's: the rate of exchange seems about right.
But he can say that to Bahorel later. They don't need to stir themselves into anger right now, no matter how well-deserved. Lesgle folds himself back up against Joly and gives Enjolras and Courfeyrac an apologetic look.
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Date: 2014-11-22 11:55 am (UTC)There's a sudden bitterness that chokes him. The whole god-damned street could hear it, and yet the doors remained shut and the Guard remained unmoved.
They would have traded that man Javert. His whole miserable spying life for even just a few hours of Jean Prouvaire's: the rate of exchange seems about right.
But he can say that to Bahorel later. They don't need to stir themselves into anger right now, no matter how well-deserved. Lesgle folds himself back up against Joly and gives Enjolras and Courfeyrac an apologetic look.