The sunlight filtering through the leaves still provides plenty of light to see by at this hour, at least.
They walk on in silence, unhurried, each in his own thoughts. Enjolras is thinking of that other France with its daemons: what he can remember of their struggles, and the causes for hope. Even if they never return to this version of Milliways, and read their dead other selves' dossiers, it's still possible that they'll avoid the awful fate of their own '32. Other worlds have; that Paris that Joly and Combeferre found in the Labyrinth, with one night without rain and a little more popular fervor to tip the balance, did.
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The sunlight filtering through the leaves still provides plenty of light to see by at this hour, at least.
They walk on in silence, unhurried, each in his own thoughts. Enjolras is thinking of that other France with its daemons: what he can remember of their struggles, and the causes for hope. Even if they never return to this version of Milliways, and read their dead other selves' dossiers, it's still possible that they'll avoid the awful fate of their own '32. Other worlds have; that Paris that Joly and Combeferre found in the Labyrinth, with one night without rain and a little more popular fervor to tip the balance, did.