A lone figure stood on the top of the Foundation Louis Lepine, tears streaming down her cheeks. Notre-Dame de Paris was engulfed in flames. The magnificent cathedral, once a symbol of the beauty of Paris the world over, now reduced to a shell of its former glory as the inferno consumed it.
A thump sounded on the roof behind her and in two quick strides, her partner stood beside her. "Ladybug? You shouldn't be so close, it's dangerous."
"I can't stop it," she hiccuped as the tears continued to flow, "I can't fix this."
Chat Noir put his arm around her and pulled her close. "I know," he said quietly, "I know you would if you could."
Silently, the pair stood there watching the streams of water douse the charred walls.
"The roof is gone. The spire is gone. The stain glass is gone." Ladybug laid her head and sobbed on the black-clad shoulder.
"But look, my Lady," He gestured to the crowded streets around them, "Paris is mourning, and the world mourns with us." Glancing down, she saw hundreds in the streets singing hymns and praying.
"We will rebuild." Chat Noir's voice shook, but there was confidence in his words. "We will restore what was lost. Like a phoenix from the ashes, Notre Dame will rise again."
The conviction burned in his eyes and lit a tiny spark of hope in her heart.
"Yes. Nous reconstruirons. We will rebuild."