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[James hasn't made a post since his first - in part because he's terribly lost. He has proper clothes, now, thanks to Favrielle, but it is still overwhelming to be in such a foreign place. His concern isn't so much the rationing, though that seems to be quite the source of anxiety for some he's encountered. What he wants is answers to the many and contradictory things he's been told since his arrival.]

I find myself at something of a loss, in this place, with so many people from such seemingly different times and places. It seems impossible that one person could have brought us here, and insensible that they should.

[That, though, is a subject he's sure has been at the center of many debates. What truly haunts him is what he heard from Peggy and Ariadne before.] I was led to believe that this place was a sort of afterlife, and yet, if I understand correctly, there are some here with ambitions to return to their homes. I do not see how such a thing could be accomplished.

[And that's it. No suggestions, he's just mulling. Aloud, and in public, which, he realizes now, is terribly unseemly.]

Forgive me. There is little purpose to these musings. Perhaps they are better off left unvoiced.

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You presume much, monsieur.

[Whoops here comes a scowl. Norrington you can insult Enjolras all you like, but don't you dare insinuate that his amis are anything but the best.]

One man alone, espousing his ideas only is easily struk down. My friends and fellow revolutionaries had voices and thoughts of their own and felt no fear in bringing them forward, even if they went against the common thought. [He subconsciously slips into past tense- after all, not all of his friends are here yet.]

I will not deny that I am was often the one to speak- to bring our cause before the public. But that is my strength, and what good would it be if I had not put it to use for our goals? Each of my fellow revolutionaries had their own skills, all of which were put to the service of the revolution.

[As for the matter of Gavroche, Enjolras is not going to discuss that with you. He has known the gamin far longer, and no doubt the young thing has been exposed to more education at the hands of the amis than many could boast.]

I invite you to join those of us who are on this turtle one evening. We are accustomed to meeting for debate and conversation in the evenings at the [name of a local bar]. You may then see for yourself whether our love of Republic is in name only.

[James wouldn't know. He's never had an ami...]

And how did it work out for you, your revolution?

[James isn't stupid. He's seen the bullet holes on Gavroche's coat, heard Grantaire's recollection of his own death.]

Believe me, your sincerity was never in doubt. Thank you for the invitation. I will consider it.

[And he will. He doesn't think the revolutionaries are wrong, exactly, he just doesn't think they're right. And really, what weight do all their ideals have, now that they're all here. And dead.]

We died, because the people were not with us.

[But you probably won't understand that Enjolras doesn't view this as a loss.]

But only a few years later the people did rise up, and take France back for their own. I do not know what time you are from, Monsieur, but I will have you know that France, even two hundred years in the future, is a République which holds to the ideals of liberty, equality and brotherhood between all men.

That does little good for those of you gone on. And from what I understand of this place, it is certainly not a Republic of any kind.

But it did a great good for the citizen of France who came after us.

You misunderstand our goals if you think we hoped for France to change for us, monsieur. It is the for the people who cannot yet conceive of the freedom they are due that we fight.

And while the turtle may yet be subjected to the arrogant demands of their Empress, my friends and I are working to see it otherwise.

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