I curse not the wicked, I praise not the blessed

*Gavroche*

Gavroche was quiet, feeling Bellamy shiver at his touch. Despite the reaction, he knew the woman needed him… now maybe more than ever. She had been shaken badly, her confidence stirred just as his own had been before they were reunited with their little one. He could hear the fear in her voice, the sad edge to it, and felt the weight of her guilt in her question. He closed his green eyes and snuggled closer to her.

"Of course it wouldn't have been okay." He was honest with her. "But that doesn't mean we all don't know why you would have. The reasoning never justifies the action, Bells, but that doesn't mean it's not there. I know that it's terrifying to think about what could have happened but if you hold on to every what if, every possibility of what could have been, then how are you supposed to live in the here and now?" He asked her softly.

"Speech" 'Thought.'

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