[He knows his own name, at least, how long it should look and the shapes that should comprise it. So he finds his own envelope without opening anyone else's, and then...
Well, the picture does the talking for him. He remembers it as clearly as if it was yesterday, the helpless pit in his stomach as he sat on the back of Gaston's carriage and stared at the unconscious Maurice as he drove away. It haunted his nightmares for days, still sometimes comes back to him even though he knows the old man is safe and sound. The fact that Maurice had been right all along was insult to the injury of Lefou's guilt.
His hands shake briefly, before he crumpled up the paper, turning on his heel and storming out of the room.
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Well, the picture does the talking for him. He remembers it as clearly as if it was yesterday, the helpless pit in his stomach as he sat on the back of Gaston's carriage and stared at the unconscious Maurice as he drove away. It haunted his nightmares for days, still sometimes comes back to him even though he knows the old man is safe and sound. The fact that Maurice had been right all along was insult to the injury of Lefou's guilt.
His hands shake briefly, before he crumpled up the paper, turning on his heel and storming out of the room.
He needs no help reading this one.]