au: All but Enjolras die Oh my friends, my friends, don’t ask me what your sacrifice was for. Empty chairs at empty tables where my friends will sing no more.
Ramin Karimloo’s rendition of Empty Chairs At Empty tables [x]
It’s like if you took an academic/political tornado and placed it in a room and just let it run its confused little course until everything was destroyed.
-Courf
I’d say it’s like raising a child who happens to be an overtired savant.