Jehan takes the bottle from Bahorel, but doesn't drink just yet. Instead he waves it aloft like a flag. "In every universe," he breathes. "Every world, every conceivable Paris--there's always a Feuilly. A man defending the peoples with his last breath, carving out a final cry in their honor with the last strength left in his hands."

He takes a long draw from the bottle. He feels the occasion merits it.