Gavroche shrugs at Achilles, as if the answer is obvious. And it is, to him. But one doesn't live as a child without knowing that grownups can miss the obvious sometimes.
"If you're worried that's not what he wants, just ask him."
Stab's head finally peeks out of the coat, hands trembling as he tips the bottle towards his mouth. Scout leans forward, steadying the bottom of the bottle to allow his friend to drink. There's the hint of motherliness to the gesture, the hint of a nurturing and gentle man that'll never be.
"None of us got any choice in what happened," Scout says softly, eyes coming out of focus as he watches the liquid in the bottle. "All we got is the choice for how to react."
"Mama Ember says we made what few choices we had well," Gavroche says, perking and glowing softly with the praise from an adult he respects. "So Lamb'll probably make his well, too."
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"If you're worried that's not what he wants, just ask him."
Stab's head finally peeks out of the coat, hands trembling as he tips the bottle towards his mouth. Scout leans forward, steadying the bottom of the bottle to allow his friend to drink. There's the hint of motherliness to the gesture, the hint of a nurturing and gentle man that'll never be.
"None of us got any choice in what happened," Scout says softly, eyes coming out of focus as he watches the liquid in the bottle. "All we got is the choice for how to react."
"Mama Ember says we made what few choices we had well," Gavroche says, perking and glowing softly with the praise from an adult he respects. "So Lamb'll probably make his well, too."