Laurent nodded with a sheepish little smile. 〝 I did...ᐟ I didn't want to stay back in france..I thought maybe like him, I could explore all over too. 〞
He loved France with all his heart, but he also didn't want to be some messiah for humanity, either. Why so when +
“daryl?”
questioned, for an adult to ask she would have shut down. known better yet someone close in age brought comfort enough to grin as crown nodded twice. conformation.
“he’s my uncle. wait did you come back with him? it’s a long way to go!”
+ qu'ils ne ressentent aucune douleur en se dirigeant vers les anges... mon père... et bien d'autres. Jusqu'à ce que nous nous retrouvions lorsque les anges viennent pour que je monte. amen. 〞 he carefully stood, stretching before the young boy rubbed his tired eyes.
Evening prayers. Sitting on his knees with his hands clasped, elbows resting on his bed. Once more praying for the safety of his aunt, for Daryl, for everyone else he knows and loves.
〝 puisses-tu les accueillir dans ton étreinte chaleureuse...+
〝 ..I hope so...I hope it was the same for père jean..I remember when those men stormed in. It was pretty quick, I can hope it didn't hurt him in the end. Even for a second. 〞
Laurent shrugged faintly, lips pressed together in a thin line now. Isabelle was all he had left +
+ of blood relatives...every night and morning he prayed to God that he would never lose her for as long as he lived. What would he do if he...he 𝘥𝘪𝘥 lose her.ᐣ to him, he'd find no comfort in remaining at the nest.
〝 one day I'll make sure to apologize to him again, once +
https://t.co/N9X5vpGivf sick and dying of scarlet fever to think despite daryl yelling at him,,, Laurent still gave up his hiding spot because he didn't want Daryl to die I am WEEPING
And daryl damn near tears in the finale when they had the gun pointed at Laurent...I'm AHZAAAA
+ me for what I had to do.ᐣ 〞it was clear he didn't speak of God, but of 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘯 instead. His tired sunken in little eyes..just staring up at Daryl with so much sadness in them, 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵.
Silence.
He's been pondering at that same old weapon he had to use on his own father..unable to tear his gaze away from the dry blood. But he notices, of course he knows Daryl's there. He doesn't want to ignore it either, so he speaks up.
〝 do you think...he'd forgive +
〝 my name's Laurent. 〞Laurent smiled to her, before his eyes lit up like light bulbs. Judith...𝘫𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘩...that name sounded familiar.ᐟ
〝 you know, I know a man who had a family to get home to, one of which he said there was this..this judith. Do you know a Monsieur +
pure wonder and amazement etched across facial features seeming that it took little to impress.
“that’s awesome.”
joyfulness etched into tone.
“I’m judith..”