Gavroche wrinkles his nose. “He went to war ‘cuz his wife left him? That’s stupid.”
Scout accepts the stone, looking at Achilles through the hole. He doesn’t visibly react—the arrow wounds aren’t any more gruesome than what he saw in life. Wordlessly, he passes the stone to Gavroche, who also looks through the stone at Achilles.
“What was the point of bringing Lamb, if the rest of you just wanted people’s stuff? And to say you killed them fair and square?” Scout’s voice trembles with emotion, his eyes wet and red. He knows well what ‘glory and riches’ means. Killing someone so you can brag you did it and take their things. Scout can’t muster any respect or romance for the notion.
“He already said it was a prophecy or something weird like that,” Gavroche says, offering the stone to the puddle of coat hiding Stab. There isn’t an immediate response, but Gavroche keeps the stone reached out anyway.
“But it doesn’t make sense!” Scout hugs his knees tighter, but his voice comes out rough, outraged. There’s anger in his gut, anger stoked from his confusion and guilt and grief. “What’s the point? If all it’s about is bragging you killed people and taking their things, why bring Lamb into it? Did they just want to brag about killing more people and taking more things?! Was all the bragging and stuff they already got not enough already, they had to be greedy and sacrifice a lamb to get more?!”
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Scout accepts the stone, looking at Achilles through the hole. He doesn’t visibly react—the arrow wounds aren’t any more gruesome than what he saw in life. Wordlessly, he passes the stone to Gavroche, who also looks through the stone at Achilles.
“What was the point of bringing Lamb, if the rest of you just wanted people’s stuff? And to say you killed them fair and square?” Scout’s voice trembles with emotion, his eyes wet and red. He knows well what ‘glory and riches’ means. Killing someone so you can brag you did it and take their things. Scout can’t muster any respect or romance for the notion.
“He already said it was a prophecy or something weird like that,” Gavroche says, offering the stone to the puddle of coat hiding Stab. There isn’t an immediate response, but Gavroche keeps the stone reached out anyway.
“But it doesn’t make sense!” Scout hugs his knees tighter, but his voice comes out rough, outraged. There’s anger in his gut, anger stoked from his confusion and guilt and grief. “What’s the point? If all it’s about is bragging you killed people and taking their things, why bring Lamb into it? Did they just want to brag about killing more people and taking more things?! Was all the bragging and stuff they already got not enough already, they had to be greedy and sacrifice a lamb to get more?!”