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"I should think you wouldn't," she answered. "He's... Not from around here - I suppose that's one way to put it. He's a man of worldly pleasures - quite the charmer." She cocked a brow and smirked at him. "Jealous?"

She hummed in amusement. “You’re just like Dante, you know that? Well, I mean, aside from your dedication to France and liberty,” she mused. “Both of you are hard to crack but in time you’re very predictable.”

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"You better," she huffed, grinning in return. "It's going to be a lot fuller after I've gotten some of Papa's weaponry in here. The man will never notice anything's missing - half on the incompetence of his guard, the other half of his own negligence."

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“I did not mean it in an accusing fashion, mademoiselle,” he replied, grinning. “And what we have so far is impressive.”

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"M'sieur Montparnasse," Patria said, looking up at him with a brief glance before returning to her ledger, scribbling down numbers she was worried she probably wouldn't be able to read later. "Fancy seeing you here, m'sieur. Do you need anything?"

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"Jehan," Patria nodded, though she did not turn to face the other. She fiddled with the flintlock pistol, flipping it up in the air before catching it and placing it on the rack. "What brings you here today? Have you an errand?"

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"Well I'm working on it," she said in a tone of mock-offense. "Theft takes time and preparation, Grantaire. Either way, I think we're going at a steady pace." She gestured around  the armory, where the walls were lined with muskets and pistols.

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Patria grinned. “Grantaire,” she said in a singsong tone. “Sober enough to shove and twist a key in a padlock, are you?”

She moved to pat him on the arm. “I kid. How have things been lately? I’ve not time to attend a meeting, but I know that you make a habit of going every time, do you not?”

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"Tired, as always," she answered, "but that is a common occurrence, nowadays. The cause grows, yes? So I suppose in that case, I am well too."

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Patria grinned. “Grantaire,” she said in a singsong tone. “Sober enough to shove and twist a key in a padlock, are you?”

She moved to pat him on the arm. “I kid. How have things been lately? I’ve not time to attend a meeting, but I know that you make a habit of going every time, do you not?”

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"Love?" Patria whispered, placing her hand gently on his shoulder. She had left him for the briefest moments, perhaps the shortest of days, and she had returned to find him curled up like a little boy, looking like this?

"What is the matter?" she asked him softly, carefully pulling his hands away from his face, cradling his head against her shoulder. "What happened?"

"And Hell followed with him." {Open}.

Let’s lay one thing down on the line; everyone dies. There’s no immortality in the real world, you can be taken off this earth as easily as you were brought into it. And you will be. Some people die of natural causes, fast asleep and some people fight for their lives, but come up short. Either way, everyone goes at some point. You can run from it, hide from it, but when it’s your time, there’s nothing you can do to avoid it. It’s inevitable and it’s terrifying. You can claim to welcome death, but there’s always going to be fear there, fear of the unknown.

Now what would it be like to sense death? Maybe not your own death, but the death of others? To see them go before they even take their last breath? Perhaps the idea excites you… Having control of someone’s fate. Or it could frighten you, after all, who would want to see all their friends die and then have to go face them the next day? How do you tell them what you know? How can you protect them from it? Can you protect them from it?

The answer to that? Well, it’s a double sided coin. You could probably keep them from going to the theater that day, lock them away from the rest of the world, but one day death will come knocking again, and this time he won’t be swayed. So you’re powerless, and all that’s left to do is wonder what you could have done to change it, when the truth is there’s nothing you could have done to stop it. Can you even imagine it? Images, visions of people’s last moments on earth? Would you even wish that upon your enemies?

Enjolras didn’t ask for it, he wouldn’t have accepted it if someone offered it to him, but for some reason he’d been cursed with the eyes of a prophet. It had been happening to him all day, throwing him into weird trances, forcing him to watch strange dreams unfold.

Or nightmares, if you will.

It must have been because he was the leader that he was seeing such things, it must have been because he’d organized the whole uprising himself. And now he’d have to see the impacts of it first hand, before they day had even come. Why was that? Was it someone’s desperate attempt to change his mind? Make him stop all this foolishness before someone really got hurt? Or was it just a product of a twisted mind that had been subjected to less that four hours of sleep for the last month and a half. He couldn’t really be sure, but they were hard to ignore.

He’d seen everything, each one of them fall… He’d wept for hours on end, huddled himself in a corner, banged his head against the wall and begged for mercy. But they didn’t stop and everyone was more gruesome then the next. The worst part of the whole thing? He hadn’t seen himself die yet. He was almost afraid he’d live and have to live with all of them gone. He’d never forgive himself, he’d probably through himself into some unmarked grave and wait for death to come. He couldn’t live, he wouldn’t live, it wouldn’t be fair.

Were these their true fates? Could he let them all die for some… Misguided vision of a brighter tomorrow? No, he wouldn’t. He’d call the damn thing off, he’d tell them there wasn’t a chance they’d win. No one was going to throw their lives away for this. But he’d known that death would come with this, he knew that it was par for the course… So could he let it happen? What difference did it make now that he knew?

Was he so driven that he’d lost all humanity? Every damned ounce of it? Thoughts crept into his head, unspeakable, cruel thoughts that he’d never be able to forget. The devil on his shoulder hung the red flag high and let it wave, whispering that they’d all had it coming, that this was part of revolution… That they’d be remembered as heroes. The angel hug their head and spoke calmly, praying that he’d reconsider the whole thing or even drop the idea all together.

So there he sat, head in hands, eyes burning from tears he’d not long ago shed, arguing with himself. It was a sad sight, truly, he didn’t look like a leader, he didn’t look like the man they’d all admired so. He looked like a lost child, a broken little boy… He hummed a little tune, one of revolution, but stopped every so often to suck in sharp breaths. How was he going to face them again?

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Patria shook her head. "There is nothing else. I've already documented the ammunition. Merci, Anastasie. I would have been down here for hours, had it not been for your help."

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The thought seemed to strike the two girls suddenly, but Anastasie returned the grin and extended it into a beaming smile. “Maybe you should introduce him to our great Enjolras, rather than hiding the two objects of your desire from each other,” she said, giving Patria a slightly smirk as she spoke of desire.

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"Hmm," Patria said, pretending to think. "Perhaps a should. Though I'm not quite sure what both would think if they knew of my affections."

To be honest, it was almost an eerie thought, what with Dante's violent streak and Enjolras's flame and passion.

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The thought seemed to strike the two girls suddenly, but Anastasie returned the grin and extended it into a beaming smile. “Maybe you should introduce him to our great Enjolras, rather than hiding the two objects of your desire from each other,” she said, giving Patria a slightly smirk as she spoke of desire.

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"He is," Patria grinned back. "He is by no means a holy man, but he... He could actually be the key to the revolution's success! If he were to fight by our side, victory... Victory would be certain!"

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“A Nephilim? Pardon me, Patria, but I do not quite believe that to be possible,” she said gently, not wanting to offend the woman, but also very sure that such things did not exist. “It is acceptable for your mind to wander, if it is for love, surely?”

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"Oh, Anastasie," Patria said, putting a hand on her arm, "I believed so as well once, but you should have seen Dante fight! He moves with the speed of angels and the brutality of demons, and his wounds - they heal at a rate of which I have never seen - the deepest of wounds could disappear within seconds."

She let out a small sigh, then blushed, ashamed of herself. "I suppose it's acceptable, but to an extent... And I think that just exceeded it..."

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“A Nephilim? Pardon me, Patria, but I do not quite believe that to be possible,” she said gently, not wanting to offend the woman, but also very sure that such things did not exist. “It is acceptable for your mind to wander, if it is for love, surely?”

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Patria returned the smile. "It's really quite all right. Any way to support the revolution is a way I'll work on til the end, oui?"

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“It’s a lethal enough shot,” Patria mused, “if the victim does not get medical attention. Don’t worry. You’ll get better at this, Sophie.”

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She let out a small laugh. "I was doing all right by myself - and now look what's happened. My attention shifted from the revolution to the heart of a Nephilim - at least, that's what he claims to be, and he has proof of such heritage."

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“May be the process is a good one, if the product of it varies,” Anastasie replied with a grin, smiling at the woman’s flustered state when speaking of Dante. “Enjolras is a good man, undoubtedly,” she agreed, pausing to consider. “But yes.. It is easy to see that his greatest love is France, and freeing our homeland from injustice. I suppose it would worry you, that you would not come first to him, non? And Dante gives you that in a way Enjolras cannot? And clearly you find him to be a good man, also.”

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"It's a lethal enough shot," Patria mused, "if the victim does not get medical attention. Don't worry. You'll get better at this, Sophie."

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Patria gave her a sad smile. “That’s the kind of thinking that delays pulling the trigger. Most of the time, we don’t have a choice either. Those royal soldiers have the right to betray the king, to switch sides and fire their weapons alongside us, instead of at us. But they choose not to.”

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Patria gave her a sad smile. "That's the kind of thinking that delays pulling the trigger. Most of the time, we don't have a choice either. Those royal soldiers have the right to betray the king, to switch sides and fire their weapons alongside us, instead of at us. But they choose not to."

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“The people I end up shooting are usually ridiculously simple-minded, evil men,” she answered. “I think of their families, sure, but overall I think about the good of the world. Would the universe be better off without such a person? Then perhaps, the force that causes me to pull the trigger is justified.

“I try not to think too much. Because if I do, they’ll have spotted me and I’d blow my cover.”

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"The people I end up shooting are usually ridiculously simple-minded, evil men," she answered. "I think of their families, sure, but overall I think about the good of the world. Would the universe be better off without such a person? Then perhaps, the force that causes me to pull the trigger is justified.

"I try not to think too much. Because if I do, they'll have spotted me and I'd blow my cover."

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“It’s quite all right,” Patria said. “You were distracted, it looks like. The thing with firing a gun is that you have to focus on your aim and not let your thoughts wander. It’s a problem I used to struggle with, but firing a gun has become second nature for me. With a bit of practice, perhaps you will overcome that too.”

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"It's quite all right," Patria said. "You were distracted, it looks like. The thing with firing a gun is that you have to focus on your aim and not let your thoughts wander. It's a problem I used to struggle with, but firing a gun has become second nature for me. With a bit of practice, perhaps you will overcome that too."

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“Go ahead. Remember - good stance, firm grip, and aim just about eye level.”