((Yeah, remember that last video?
I posted that just to make /this/ video 10 billion times more heartbreaking.
Like
rip-heart-out-of-chest-and-stomp-on-it-a-few-hundred-times-until-it’s-a-pile-of-rubble heartbreaking.
/Look at Grantaire./
His reactions to this entire scene.
/OUCH./
As soon as Gavvy goes over, he doesn’t even go up to the barricade, he can’t even bear to /look/.
But there’s still a chance Gavvy could make it back okay. And just by the way he’s holding his hands—he’s /mortified/, but he’s clinging to that slim thread of hope that this stupid act of bravery won’t get Gavroche killed.
And then there’s the gunshot. He hears Gavvy cry out, and….his hands drop. He knows it’s over. Gavroche may still be moving and singing like the little martyr he is, but he’s dead whether he makes it back over or not. There’s no way he can survive at this point. And all Grantaire can do is stand there and listen and wait for that little boy’s song to stop.
And then it does. Abruptly, with a bang. And he /falls to his knees/. I’ve heard other Grantaires scream at this point, some of them punch the ground, rock back and forth, and all of them are heartbreaking.
But this Grantaire’s grief is quiet. It’s personal. And it is /agonizing./
/Just look at his face./ Just /listen/ as the music starts to die down, you can /hear/ him crying.
By some miracle, when he tried to distance himself from belief and from….just about everything in life with the exception of his bottle and his friends, this little gamin managed to slip his way into the drunkard’s heart—he was his little buddy, the one he could count on to make him smile, the one he could turn to for comfort and love and affection and /hope/….and now he’s gone. He’s been destroyed, snuffed out like a candle. Gavroche /was/ hope. And now he’s dead, gone forever.
Can you imagine the flash of memories that must have gone through Grantaire’s head the moment Gavroche died? All of the hugs and the laughs and the smiles and the playful banters? Can you imagine that horrible feeling of loss, knowing those things are gone forever?
Remember a while back, how I mentioned that sometimes when a mun watches or listens to something, their muse will react to it?
Well, Gavvymuse reacted to this, /big time/.
But it wasn’t because of what he did.
He doesn’t regret going over the barricade to get the ammunition, and never will.
/It was because what he did made Grantaire cry like that./
It broke his heart, and in my head all he would say is “I’m sorry” over and over and over again, rocking back and forth like it was some horrible nightmare.
…And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why I love all the Grantaire/Gavroche-y things, and need more of it in my life. ; ~ ;))
