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[Enjolras sits at attention, back straight at possible, in front of the computer. He has the look of someone who hasn't been sleeping well, but his eyes are bright and attentive all the same. In the background his two friends are visible.]

My name in Enjolras. I was a French Citizen, killed on the morning of June the 6th, 1832 while taking part in a revolution to overthrow the corrupt July Monarchy. It is after this that I found myself here two days ago. You may already have met my friends Combeferre and Prouvaire. I wish to thank those of you I have already met, and who have offered my companions and I aid.

[He nods his head in quick thanks. There is clearly something else on his mind he thinks more important than either introductions or thanks.]

It is regarding my other companions that I ask you for your aid today, as we are uncertain whether they are amongst us here on Tu Vishan or not.

They would be dressed in a similar fashion to my friends and I, and undoubtedly all have arrived in an injured fashion. They go by the names of: Courfeyrac, Feuilly, Joly, Bahorel, Lesgles - though he may prefer Bossuet - and Marius. [A slight pause.] Grantiare also.

I might also ask if anyone has information regarding the political nature of this Empir- [There's a comment behind him, too quiet for the microphone to pick up. Enjolras turns to listen, then continues without finishing his previous thought.]

We are situated in the Wood sector, should you come across them at a later stage. Again, I thank you for your attention.

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[Now he is curious and slightly suspicious.]

Your family must be very wealthy to afford to travel so much.

[ Jack shakes his head, the gesture carrying into his words. ]

No money, no family. I just go wherever the Wind takes me.

[ Very literally. ]

I must ask, monsieur, what year it was when you left your home.

[He hadn't realised how much difference it made knowing that the person you were conversing with had at least some common experiences with you (whether your could see them or not).]

[ Jack hesitates for a moment, wondering if and how truthfully he should answer the question. ]

Probably from later than you are, Enjolras. But Paris is always Paris, isn't it? It's timeless.

Perhaps, though I should hope that at least some parts have not remained the same over time.

[ sounding slightly cautious: ] What about you? What year is it that you're from?

I died June the 6th, 1832.

[ Jack takes a deep breath and holds it for a moment, then exhales in a crackle of frosted air. There's no shock, no disbelief... and no pity when he replies. ]

Sometimes people get a second chance. I'm glad that you're one them... you seem like a good person who deserves it.

[He shakes his head. It seems a lot of people here either do no understand or agree with a man dying for a cause.] You mean well, but it is not the truth. It would have been better if my death had been the end of me.

I have become terrible, in the name of Revolution and the Republic, and I have judged myself for it already.

... I've been around a long time, Enjolras. I've seen revolutions and wars, ones that were before your time and ones that came after.

As awful as it is, I know that sometimes people have to give their lives for what is right. But never, never has anyone left behind said, "they're better off dead".

So please don't think you deserved it.

[Enjolras blinks, taken aback for a moment.] No- you have misunderstood me. I did not mean that in any maudlin sense, as though my presence in the world were an ill that my death would cure.

[He pauses, trying to order his thoughts.] I do not believe in heaven, or hell, or purgatory. A man has one life, and it is his responsibility to live it as best he can. In my death I gave up all of myself to the goal of a Republic, for Equality and Freedom. Why should I now have more, when not all men receive this chance?

[ Jack frowns, sounding rather disgruntled at being corrected and a bit awkward at having put something personal out there. ]

Well, don't start your sentence with "I have become terrible"! What is anyone supposed to think?

Have you never fought other men? Those I fought were not my enemy, not really. They were my brothers and fellow citizens, but I killed them all the same. That is what has made me terrible.

[He would have killed as many as he needed to, in order for Republic to come.]

[ Jack's voice gets quiet and he doesn't answer for a moment. ]

I fought someone who wasn't so different from myself, someone who probably had the chance to understand me better than anyone else. But what he was doing was wrong... and maybe it had started out right, I don't know... but it went way too far so he had to be stopped.

You did the right thing, though I doubt that is any comfort. [Empathy is not Enjolras' forte.]

Some things are worth committing terrible acts for. What is Right and what is terrible too often go hand in hand.

It's not a comfort, but it's still good to hear.

Thank you, Enjolras.

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