That any man could defy that which brings an end to the world...
[So he muses to himself, ending in confounded silence. He has a dim idea that he is aboard a vessel that floats through the cosmos, and that the earth has been swallowed by this storm. Such truths are unwieldy, slippery in the mind. It seems impossible and yet at his core he accepts that it must be so.
Perhaps it was men who had salvaged the survivors from the wreckage of the world, but surely it is by divine intervention that they were granted the power and wisdom to do so.]
Thanks be to God.
[Then Jean Valjean darts his gaze toward the exit. He has seen enough of darkness: now he seeks his light.]
Then are all refugees in that chamber where I first awoke?
[If he feared upon waking, then it was only for not knowing the whereabouts of Cosette. He remembers her slim arm in his as they fled, and there his recollections of her end, all narrowing to a dark haze. He had stalked the rows of caskets like some frantic creature of the night before he was directed here to the Observation Deck, and now that he is no longer occupied by the simulation his worry tangles him once more. His heart cannot settle until he can be certain that she is safe.]
sorry for the delay
[So he muses to himself, ending in confounded silence. He has a dim idea that he is aboard a vessel that floats through the cosmos, and that the earth has been swallowed by this storm. Such truths are unwieldy, slippery in the mind. It seems impossible and yet at his core he accepts that it must be so.
Perhaps it was men who had salvaged the survivors from the wreckage of the world, but surely it is by divine intervention that they were granted the power and wisdom to do so.]
Thanks be to God.
[Then Jean Valjean darts his gaze toward the exit. He has seen enough of darkness: now he seeks his light.]
Then are all refugees in that chamber where I first awoke?
[If he feared upon waking, then it was only for not knowing the whereabouts of Cosette. He remembers her slim arm in his as they fled, and there his recollections of her end, all narrowing to a dark haze. He had stalked the rows of caskets like some frantic creature of the night before he was directed here to the Observation Deck, and now that he is no longer occupied by the simulation his worry tangles him once more. His heart cannot settle until he can be certain that she is safe.]