"It would be a very dangerous experiment," says Combeferre, suddenly sober. "I won't risk having any of us destroyed, not again."
He remembers, with a sudden vivid mental picture, Bahorel's corpse. Prouvaire's last shout. The faint glimpse he got, out of the corner of his eye, when a soldier attacked Courfeyrac beside him.
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Date: 2015-11-14 09:27 pm (UTC)He remembers, with a sudden vivid mental picture, Bahorel's corpse. Prouvaire's last shout. The faint glimpse he got, out of the corner of his eye, when a soldier attacked Courfeyrac beside him.
Not again. Or at least, not for this.