"An angel falsely banished from heaven's gates to partake in this eternal hell. Tell me, Joly: does an infallible God err?"
It was a subconscious reflection spoken aloud; indeed, the question, delivered in a step above a whisper, left Marius's lips long before the thought of stopping himself even occurred to him. Thus, the guilt threatened to overwhelm him almost immediately, and due to it gnawing at his gut, he curled onto himself even more, suppressing a whimper threatening to escape.
He forced his eyes open, tilted his head to glimpse Joly through his dark lashes, and blinked. He was confused by Joly's confession of initial disbelief in the news Courfeyrac had—apparently—delivered, about his discovery of Cosette. "Did you? Truly?"
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It was a subconscious reflection spoken aloud; indeed, the question, delivered in a step above a whisper, left Marius's lips long before the thought of stopping himself even occurred to him. Thus, the guilt threatened to overwhelm him almost immediately, and due to it gnawing at his gut, he curled onto himself even more, suppressing a whimper threatening to escape.
He forced his eyes open, tilted his head to glimpse Joly through his dark lashes, and blinked. He was confused by Joly's confession of initial disbelief in the news Courfeyrac had—apparently—delivered, about his discovery of Cosette. "Did you? Truly?"