"No dad, didn't have one, but Mom was proud. And so was the Limping Lady."

Up until now, Gavroche's cheer has been unflappable, proud to boast about his heroism in the face of his older countrymen's cowardice. But for the first time, his proud smile flickers. He sucks on his cigarette, blowing a cloud of smoke away from everyone else towards the opaque glass window of the building they sit beside.

"Mom was caught moving weapons. We knew what the krauts did to make people talk. The trained their dogs to rape girls, and they torture you until you can't sit or stand without screaming your voice out until you die weeks later. So Mom did what she had to." Gavroche takes another puff of the cigarette before perking up again, quickly rushing by that part of the story. "The Limping Lady set me up with grownups to take care of me, but I didn't need it, I was a big boy already. I was helping to the end, and when they finally caught me, I didn't let them take me away neither, just like Mom. Teaches the krauts to try taking over my home."

He glows with pride. Scout is content to sink into the background, checking on Stab to make sure he's not having a fit under his coat.