It's not compelling to former Asmodean people, they will think it's stupid. But - not incoherent, not at all. It is behaving like you love someone. Not the 'oh, we love everyone, and it is out of our love for other people that we have to hang you' thing, which does not involve or resemble love and everyone sort of knows it. It is behaving like you love the person in front of you.

As Asmodeans know full well, love is a silly childish emotion, and it is hardly made less so by doing it at your enemies. 

But not incoherent, no.

The revolutionaries settle down for the night and drink together. Valjean prays to cross-god for Marius to survive and come safely home, even if it means his own death.

Dawn comes, and the revolutionaries realize that they are fighting alone, without the help of the people of Paris. Enjolras declares that they will not abandon them, even if it costs them their lives, but orders the "women and fathers of children" to leave. (Valjean does not leave.)

The revolutionaries assess the strategic situation, and conclude that they have enough long sticks but insufficient ammunition. They argue about who should venture beyond the barricade to retrieve ammunition, with several different people attempting to volunteer. While they're arguing, Gavroche sneaks out of the barricade, as the rest of the revolutionaries yell at him to come back. As the soldiers shoot at him, he retrieves some ammunition, then returns towards the barricade. As he reaches the top of the barricade, he stands triumphant for a second.

The spotlight shines directly on him.

Another gunshot rings out, and he falls to the ground, dead.

An army officer tells the revolutionaries to just give up already. They refuse, predicting that after their deaths others will take their place in the fight for freedom. In the subsequent battle, literally every person still at the barricade besides Valjean and Marius is shot dead, and Marius is severely wounded.

Raimon is not really more than half-present any longer.

"I'm not sure about this," a young man with soft flaxen hair says. "Are you sure we shouldn't just go back to the café?"

Raimon can barely hear him over the sound of their group, but he can catch enough of it to fill in the gaps, and he can see the uncertainty in the way the man holds his knife. "Be unafraid," he quotes from the cleric's speech. "This is our country. We are a strong people, a brave people, a good people."

Raimon doesn't think of himself as a brave person, but it's easy to be brave like this, with a crowd all around him and the words of the cleric still ringing in his ears. It's easy to look towards the future and see their country free from tyranny, free from bondage, free from the taint of Hell that now walks the streets of Westcrown.

The man gives him a determined nod, and they march onward.

(...Lady Shelyn, he was entirely correct, and I ought to have listened. It was my words that led him astray, and if I imperiled his soul in so doing, please help him find the path back to You. If there is anything I may yet do so that my sins are not weighed against him, help me to see it...)

They sent away all the women and fathers but didn't send away the child? What is wrong with them?

Holy shit, did they just kill the kid actor? That was AMAZING.

...As messages for the archmage to send go, "traitors to the kingdom will die pointlessly without even accomplishing any of their treasonous goals" is better than he had hoped for, but he can't really bring himself to be happy about it.

(it's not fair — why does Javert get to live and not them—)

It's a wonder that people this stupid survived to adulthood to begin with.

His prayers for Jean's safety seem to be working; he can't stop now.

The thing she accused Pezzack of. That she had to push back on right when she was named Lord Mayor and Andoran rose under Morgethai's protection.

Except it's still too kind, because it's not the leaders and ones you care about who survive. For whether it hurts the people of Paris... well, we'll see, won't we.