[Enjolras has a few objects of sentimental enough value here, but certainly, they're lessened now, after having been so thoroughly lost during the war. There are, these days, some things that give him courage, for the memories attached to them, and less for the things themselves.
Well, there is a paperweight that he gave to Combeferre at Christmas, the last that they were still together that he'd made a priority to recover, scouring the marketplace until it turned up once again, but everything else, the waistcoat that came to him at the darkest point of his time here, leading him out to find life again, and courage, through the worst points of the war, the gold hoops in his ears that fill the same purpose, reminding him of heroes come before, at home... they are not what matter so much as the thing the symbols represent.
As Louis mentions memory, there, one hand comes up to tug at one of those earrings, the twin of the one he left in the trust of Taraja when they marched away to fight, and he sends a silent message to her as he does it, not that they can speak so complexly across a distance, but just a thought for her, and hope she is all right, which luckily barely takes a second there.]
Sometimes a symbol gains great power in the sense of what it invokes, too, in memory or in something else. There is a painting by a Monsieur Delacroix they've taken from the Louvre, for all the spirit of righteousness that it inspires in a time when righteousness is needed most, and the memories of the past that stir them in the heart of every son that the Republic ever birthed. The fact it has been taken away says more than enough about its power, what it really means than anything it may be worth, or even the original of the image itself.
...And I digress rather a lot myself. But all the same, some things are worth that, yes?
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[Enjolras has a few objects of sentimental enough value here, but certainly, they're lessened now, after having been so thoroughly lost during the war. There are, these days, some things that give him courage, for the memories attached to them, and less for the things themselves.
Well, there is a paperweight that he gave to Combeferre at Christmas, the last that they were still together that he'd made a priority to recover, scouring the marketplace until it turned up once again, but everything else, the waistcoat that came to him at the darkest point of his time here, leading him out to find life again, and courage, through the worst points of the war, the gold hoops in his ears that fill the same purpose, reminding him of heroes come before, at home... they are not what matter so much as the thing the symbols represent.
As Louis mentions memory, there, one hand comes up to tug at one of those earrings, the twin of the one he left in the trust of Taraja when they marched away to fight, and he sends a silent message to her as he does it, not that they can speak so complexly across a distance, but just a thought for her, and hope she is all right, which luckily barely takes a second there.]
Sometimes a symbol gains great power in the sense of what it invokes, too, in memory or in something else. There is a painting by a Monsieur Delacroix they've taken from the Louvre, for all the spirit of righteousness that it inspires in a time when righteousness is needed most, and the memories of the past that stir them in the heart of every son that the Republic ever birthed. The fact it has been taken away says more than enough about its power, what it really means than anything it may be worth, or even the original of the image itself.
...And I digress rather a lot myself. But all the same, some things are worth that, yes?
[And he is nodding in an introduction there.]
And my name is Enjolras.