No one could ever say that she wasn't brave. The only (known) female member of Les Amis de l'ABC is no ordinary simpering debutante who cares only for hats and cotillions and finding a husband. No, this girl is out front and center with her sun god brother, protesting the rampant inequality of society and the tyrannical monarch repeating the disastrous history of France.

She rolls her eyes along with Enjolras when Marius bursts in babbling about angels and music, and he has to wonder how much love she and her brother had ever received. After all, they are known within their circle of revolutionary students as "les jumeaux de marbre"*.

He finds himself watching her during the meetings, Courfeyrac good-naturedly jostling his arm when he finds himself distracted by her dazzling, almost divine beauty. He scolds himself, reminding his rebellious heart that she is not at all interested in love. He half-heartedly tries to convince himself that the revolution is the most important thing in his life. Of course he doesn't believe that. She has become the most important thing in his life.

The time for battle finally arrives, young men and women (it turns out that the street urchin, Marius' shadow, was a young woman who took a bullet for him and expired in his arms) growing up much too quickly. One by one they watch their friends fall, pierced by unforgiving metal. A few of them, bloodstained and frightened like the children they are, hurry up the steps of their former headquarters, the irony lost on them as they fear for their lives in the room where they sang of a new nation.

Her hand seeks his out, and he is distracted from the thought of imminent death by the fact that she is touching him and that her skin is not cold as marble, but warm and soft and alive.

A bullet is fired from a gun below and he falls to the floor, his eyes never leaving her face. She screams and falls to her knees next to him, begging him to stay alive, she cannot lose him, just stay with her, please.

He smiles, barely noticing the pain as he receives the blessed attention from this fascinating, heavenly creature.

"You know Mademoiselle Nancy, I believe I was a little bit in love with you."

His last image of this world is the lovely angel sobbing his name, and he is content to see marble crack at last.

*"marble twins"