"Yeah, all us who did war stuff while we was kids," Gavroche says. "We're happy here, mostly. Mama Ember keeps things nice, and Honey makes really good cookies."
"There's tiers based on age," Scout says. He rests his chin on his knee, gesturing with his hand as if to indicate a hierarchy. "We're the kids who died before we could take care of ourselves. So the kids who were a bit older when they died, like... fourteen, fifteen, they take care of us, and Miss Ember takes care of them and organizes systems so things work smoothly for everyone." He hugs his knees again. "There are grownups besides Lamb and Miss Ember who fought when they were our age. Most of them try to pretend it didn't happen so they can be with normal people instead of us, and they hate us extra because of it."
"Mama Ember isn't like them, though. She's proud of us," Gavroche says primly, with the same air of admiration as he had for the Limping Lady. "If anyone bothers us, KAPOW! Mama Ember deals with it."
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"There's tiers based on age," Scout says. He rests his chin on his knee, gesturing with his hand as if to indicate a hierarchy. "We're the kids who died before we could take care of ourselves. So the kids who were a bit older when they died, like... fourteen, fifteen, they take care of us, and Miss Ember takes care of them and organizes systems so things work smoothly for everyone." He hugs his knees again. "There are grownups besides Lamb and Miss Ember who fought when they were our age. Most of them try to pretend it didn't happen so they can be with normal people instead of us, and they hate us extra because of it."
"Mama Ember isn't like them, though. She's proud of us," Gavroche says primly, with the same air of admiration as he had for the Limping Lady. "If anyone bothers us, KAPOW! Mama Ember deals with it."