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The first is inevitable, the latter a tragedy.

Indeed, and after a life well lived, death is merely a footnote.

It is not something to be feared but embraced.

Oui, mademoiselle, well said.

My father's advice. He was a wise man.

P-papa? *:( :* :(*

I am so glad to see you, my child.

Of course I would be here, Papa! I-- I don't understand. Will you be alright?

I will not be here tomorrow, Cosette, but you will be well for me. Won't you?

Of course I will be well, Papa. Are you taking a trip?

No. I will be gone, but you will stay here. For a very long time, I hope. *slumps, exhausted*

*eyes well up instantly* Papa! *rushes over to him* No, Papa, no! No, you will stay with Marius and I, of course, and we will take care of you!

*feebly takes her hand* That would be wonderful, my dear Cosette, but your presence has stayed death a little. I am not certain it will keep it at bay much longer.

*tears spill over and she shakes her head violently, clutching onto his hand* Don't say that-- please don't say that, Papa! I'm here, and I will take care of you, and you will get better!

You must take care of yourself now, and of your Monsieur Pontmercy, and he must take care of you. I am quite happy with you here now. You will be very happy, you must be.

I am not ready, Papa! I'm not ready to lose you-- I cannot! *tears are flowing freely now* I cannot be happy if you are not here.

*tries to wipe her tears away* You will be happy, Cosette, please now. You will lead a good life, full of joy.