➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

[seditiously]

( who chases traces of you )

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you did it, climbed that whole mountain

[seditiously]

[Whatever Enjolras was expecting out of Remi, it wasn’t that. He’s come to admire Remi’s artist eye, sure, but what he’s describing...its like hearing it from Combeferre, Feuilly, Jehan, himself if he actually knew how to say all that he feels so succinctly. Somewhere who was there or can at least understand all the heavy sentiment lost to the audience of this modern world.

...And then he keeps talking, pessimism bleeding into the shreds of empathy Enjolras was just starting to grasp.]

It wasn’t—it isn’t like that. These people were ultimately victorious...I mean, it’s meant to be the 1830 Revolution, right? They won, and even when they were knocked down and forced to endure another monarchy, they ended up rising again. [He would know; as soon as he started remembering who he’d been, he researched not only the 1832 Revolution but also the 1848 Revolution, bittersweet as it was.] That’s why this painting serves as a symbol of the French Republic; as much pain and heartbreak as all that death brings, the idea of liberty never dies. The people always rise.

oh are you ready for this—

[habitually]

Or they don’t.

[ It comes from his mouth like a slap; it’s bitter and raw and he immediately regrets it. Rémi takes a deep breath, trying to bite his tongue. R looks up at Enjolras, feeling small again as he takes a step back from him. What was it for? We lost. You lost. Another man won your fight-

He turns and walks away from the crowd. And Apollo. The boyfriend like voice in his head tells him to look for the silver lining. Be better, do this right. I’m thankful I didn’t have to see his bloodied body under Liberty’s feet. ]

OOF

[seditiously]

[The words, surprisingly bitter and raw, knock Enjolras off kilter. He tries to reach out, figure out what he’s said now to upset him—]

Remi, wai—

[Enjolras’ fingers grasp only air, their intended target already out of earshot in the busy, cacophonous hallway. He tries to maneuver his way through the crowd of tourists and school groups, but it’s too late; Remi’s nowhere to be seen.]