at the end of the world;;

:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::

         Life as he knows it ends in a
      mushroom cloud that stinks of death,
      of corrupted money and a sea of fear.

                                            (   That’s exactly what they want.   )

         In mere weeks, a new standing
       "government“ have been established,
       choking the people with iron fists when
       they’re too weak to fight back, too busy
       mourning the death of a nation. Enjolras
       seethes, watches the changes made
       to this world, to his world, with fury
       that cannot be described. People
       who speak out get sent to the
       "re-education” facilities first.

                                               He watches a lot of good men, 
                                               good people, disappear in there.

         He’s done watching. And he finds
       there are others who feel the same 
       way too. But it’s not enough to just
       speak, they have to act, to do, and 
       so he does, he takes it upon himself
       to help the people, to undermine the
       High Chancellor– to be the resistance.

                                                  They go underground, they’re
                                                  undesirables #1 but the people
                                                  of France, the people of Paris,
                                                  cheer them on. They will win.

                                                                                                 They have to.