it is the music of a people who are climbing to the light...

At last! Enjolras thought, with some impatience, but a greater feeling of excitement coarsing through his body as he was faced with the way home he had rejected once. At last, there was no stepping back, and no avoiding what fate had surely willed him. Death, yes, but a death that would grant that last measure of peace he had been seeking since he had become the last of Les Amis left here, since he had woken to find Taraja vanished, and half a dozen other trials, small and large, in his time here.

( for the wretched of the earth, there is a flame that never dies, even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise )

[[I've loved playing Enjolras at Tushu, meeting his fantastic non canon friends and other CR, and generally falling in love with this place as much as possible. It's time for his story to continue elsewhere, though. Arno Dorian and I are still around to play, and I look forward to bringing in another n00b here soon. Thank you for the chance to play Enjolras here. It's been amazing.

Lots of love!

-Sar]]