"And their words live on, across every world."Bahorel lifts his glass, too, and smiles. "Vivent les Peuples."

More peoples than probably any Feuilly likely knows. Their own Feuilly would probably blush purple if he realized just how far he was being heard. But it's only right. "-- Every Paris, held together by words. --In another man's story, if remembered nowhere else." It's a comforting and overwhelming idea at once.