Feuilly and Prouvaire. He sees Feuilly's face, alight with enthusiasm, and then bitter with betrayal. He hears Prouvaire's voice ringing out before the gunshots silenced him. Why wouldn't they be here? This place cannot be hell, Combeferre has concluded. So it's not that they're undeserving of punishment, though they both assuredly are. Then why, when they died alongside their friends, wouldn't they share the same afterlife?

Well, Prouvaire died separately--but that evidently didn't stop Bahorel from turning up. And Feuilly had died in the same onrush of soldiers that had felled Joly and Bossuet.

Whatever the reason, and Combeferre is certainly not going to stop pondering that, he won't see them, at least not soon.

But--Courfeyrac. Combeferre will see Courfeyrac again, and that thought is like a ray of sun. And Joly, and Bossuet and Bahorel, and Grantaire. He will see them again. His last memories of them won't be of them mired in carnage.

Or, in Grantaire's case, drunk and unconscious at a table. "Yes--I met Gavroche, and he told me some of this." It's only when he hears it from Enjolras, though, that it begins to sink in as truth. "As well as some other, stranger tales." But the question of necromancers can wait for another time. "Are they nearby? I need hardly say I wish to find them, and soon."

Combeferre's voice cracks on "soon." But then he has to interrupt himself for a massive yawn.

He continues, however. "I suppose Grantaire didn't manage to escape the Guard, then?"

Combeferre's stomach twists as he speaks. Grantaire didn't deserve such an end, gunned down as an afterthought because he was too drunk to get out in time.