There's another fellow in sober (not to say boring) 1830s menswear out for a walk, albeit someone who planned ahead and wore an overcoat. He's wearing a hat, but all the same, there's a glint of golden hair and a general silhouette that just may be familiar when he comes around a copse of trees.
When he spots Marius he stops and watches.
Be gentle with him, said Joly. And to survive so many friends, and such horror, as the barricade's last hours -- to survive all that, and come to terms with it over the course of months, and then to find oneself in the middle of Milliways' absurdities with friends' ghosts all about -- that would warrant gentleness for a far less sensitive soul than Marius Pontmercy. So Enjolras stops, and waits, and lets Marius decide for himself whether he's ready to meet another dead friend.
Even if he isn't: it's so very, very good to see a friend alive and well, and to know that he truly is both those things.
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When he spots Marius he stops and watches.
Be gentle with him, said Joly. And to survive so many friends, and such horror, as the barricade's last hours -- to survive all that, and come to terms with it over the course of months, and then to find oneself in the middle of Milliways' absurdities with friends' ghosts all about -- that would warrant gentleness for a far less sensitive soul than Marius Pontmercy. So Enjolras stops, and waits, and lets Marius decide for himself whether he's ready to meet another dead friend.
Even if he isn't: it's so very, very good to see a friend alive and well, and to know that he truly is both those things.