Disclaimer: I own nothing. Hugo does, damn the man. (Damn the man, save the empire!)

A/N: I take no responsibility for this terribly out-of-character Courfeyrac. It is all the Sparrow's doing.

Reflections

Of course I would die for the republic, we all would. Of course I would die for Enjolras, we all would.

Would I?

He stands at no higher level than the rest of us, but yet he does. When he speaks, it is as if some higher power is channeled through this divine being, a seraph trapped in Apollo's body. His lofty ideas fit well this form: blonde hair, high forehead, fire blazing in his sapphire eyes. A divine flame burns within his heart.

But still, am I willing to sacrifice myself for this Apollo?

I am the bright, joyous center of the group, yet I feel empty inside. Is it the republic that is missing? Or is it something else? Motivation? Enthusiasm? Belief? They are all enraptured by this demi-god, as am I, but I have doubts. Do they? I look at Combeferre; there is unfailing belief in his eyes. Feuilly lives the republic; he would die for France as one would die for a beloved family member. Even gentle Jehan would gladly face a firing squad if need be. But me? I am not so sure.

But I go with them anyway, and would die with them. I probably will die with them. Do I really have a choice?