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Gonna walk away from trouble with my head held high
Who| Courfeyrac & Jason Todd
What| Jason tries to kill Courfeyrac. Somehow Courfeyrac kills Jason instead.
Where| 4th Floor - The Fossil Hall Barricade
When| Week 5
Warnings/Notes| Character death.
He'd had too much time on his hands lately. After Venus had retreated to the cafe to stay with Kankri, Courfeyrac had maintained his position in the barricade of one. It probably wasn't safe to stay alone anymore, not in such an obvious and inviting target, but he was having a difficult time in wanting to leave. It was comforting in the barricade. While he was tucked inside it's makeshift fossil walls he felt like he was safe and sound. But he was also faced with something he hadn't faced before: survivor's guilt. Having outlived Joly, Marius, Cosette, and Max (and Cindy...) he felt entirely weighed down.
At least he still had his pistol. Small thing that it was, it gave him an inordinate amount of comfort. His friends might be dead, but he still had his little cache of supplies and he still had a pistol. He was loathe to fire it at anyone, and he'd made a quiet agreement with himself that he would not shoot first. However, he was glad to have it on him, glad to clean it and care for it, and glad that if he had to, he could defend himself and the little camp his friends had built with him.
What| Jason tries to kill Courfeyrac. Somehow Courfeyrac kills Jason instead.
Where| 4th Floor - The Fossil Hall Barricade
When| Week 5
Warnings/Notes| Character death.
He'd had too much time on his hands lately. After Venus had retreated to the cafe to stay with Kankri, Courfeyrac had maintained his position in the barricade of one. It probably wasn't safe to stay alone anymore, not in such an obvious and inviting target, but he was having a difficult time in wanting to leave. It was comforting in the barricade. While he was tucked inside it's makeshift fossil walls he felt like he was safe and sound. But he was also faced with something he hadn't faced before: survivor's guilt. Having outlived Joly, Marius, Cosette, and Max (and Cindy...) he felt entirely weighed down.
At least he still had his pistol. Small thing that it was, it gave him an inordinate amount of comfort. His friends might be dead, but he still had his little cache of supplies and he still had a pistol. He was loathe to fire it at anyone, and he'd made a quiet agreement with himself that he would not shoot first. However, he was glad to have it on him, glad to clean it and care for it, and glad that if he had to, he could defend himself and the little camp his friends had built with him.