I made Paris my home, though it was many years later. When I died, the year was 1832. If a frenchman who greatly resembles the god Apollo tries to speak to you, do tell him your opinions on France. He should be glad to hear them.

[ Because for as much a he adores Enjolras, his love of France is Too Much and just a little hilarious. ]

I would appreciate if you worried about them all the same. I am hopeless, you see. Utterly impossible. I fail at most things, but I do hope Jehan will be pleased that someone tried.