"Everyone thinks it will all be better once we've one. No one thinks about the scars we will have to deal with afterwards."
The Blogger replied: 
:: { ℑ⋅ℇ } ─ ─ ─ ::
He pauses, the grease stained cloth
hanging between his fingers as he sets
down the muzzle of his gun, deliberate
slowness as the words roll through him.
grantaire is circling in his periphery,
breaking the comfortable silence they
were working in. enjolras resents him
for that– for his seedling of D O U B T.
"We’d have time. We wouldn’t
be cowering in fear. We can heal.“
( It’s one of humanity’s many virtues. )