InvaderLynx

Well.. happy Barricade Day!

The Triumvirate, my beloveds 🥰

A little beyond the black corner of the alley and the Rue de la Chanvrerie, which threw a broad shadow, in which he was himself buried, he perceived a light upon the pavement, a portion of the wineshop, and behind, a lamp twinkling in a kind of shapeless wall, and men crouching down with muskets on their knees. All this was within twenty yards of him. It was the interior of the barricade.

The houses on the right of the alley hid from him the rest of the wine-shop, the great barricade, and the flag.

Marius had but one step more to take.

Then the unhappy young man sat down upon a stone, folded his arms, and thought of his father...

...He saw civil war yawning like an abyss before him, and that in it he was about to fall.

MArk Hoffman and Peter Strahm 🌚😡 (SAW)

The Lieutenants having to put their feelings aside and use Irving's body as evidence. Gore, clearly well-loved, never getting a proper send off because Franklin died so soon after. The whole crew having to push on after the deaths at Carnivale, and the massacre after the failed hangings, without catching their breath.