Iāve already wished you all a Happy Barricade Day yesterday. So have a Maybe-A-Little-Not-As-Happy Barricade Day today. ;)
Since we all know (by now) what a cheerfully heartless, lying, impenitent bastard I reallyĀ am, here, have a highly, highly abbreviated version of Combeferreās speech on me. I realise itās not what his actual speech is about, but I was thinking about what Hugo said about Combeferre not being an orphan and about to get himself killed, and decided that what I reallyĀ wanted to do was to frame his speech mainly in the context of the named Amis* and what would follow in the days after their deaths. [ā That, and if I actually illustrated his speech in its proper context, it would have taken far more pages, and a finger that was Actually Functional And Very Much Not In Pain.]
Why, for godsā sake? Because I can.
[And yes, Iāve snuck in people and things all over the place. Also because.]
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* And Gavroche. Because yāknow.
















