Jehan sees an enormous mushroom nestled into the crook of a winding beech root. It looks like a thick floppy hat, albeit one of a dubious color, perhaps shading the head of some forest-god or sun-shy gnome.
He, too, thinks of the other '32. In the Paris with the Otherworld, where he met the minotaur who spoke of Enjolras and the shimmery blue creature who spoke of Feuilly, the uprising of 1832 had blossomed into a true revolution, instead of being smothered in the cradle. Perhaps the daemon-world, with its more obvious spirituality, went (would go?) the same way. With their souls battling alongside their bodies, how could they fail?
...Jehan's imagination helpfully provides several ways in which they could fail, but there is no reason to think it inevitable, at least.
They come upon a small patch of violets, and Jehan chooses to take that as a hopeful sign. He marks the location; he can come back here later with a pot and a spade, and dig them up to grow them in his room.
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He, too, thinks of the other '32. In the Paris with the Otherworld, where he met the minotaur who spoke of Enjolras and the shimmery blue creature who spoke of Feuilly, the uprising of 1832 had blossomed into a true revolution, instead of being smothered in the cradle. Perhaps the daemon-world, with its more obvious spirituality, went (would go?) the same way. With their souls battling alongside their bodies, how could they fail?
...Jehan's imagination helpfully provides several ways in which they could fail, but there is no reason to think it inevitable, at least.
They come upon a small patch of violets, and Jehan chooses to take that as a hopeful sign. He marks the location; he can come back here later with a pot and a spade, and dig them up to grow them in his room.