son, Edith stared at him with fiery eyes, disdain and resentment pouring forth as she spat, "Shameless traitor! This your loyalty to liberty! Fawning on those who murdered him!"
He hung his head, avoiding the gaze of the women within the cell, and with quick, small steps, he followed the ones who had come to set him free, leaving the prison behind.
Lying on the ground, Margot held her sister''s hand, soothing her, "We cannot expect everyone to be worthy of them, Edith. Some people only seek their own survival and peace, and we cannot blame them for it. But I shall never waver. The more I witness the fickleness and ugliness of humanity, the prouder I am of myself. We must live with strength, to defend the reputation of our unfortunate brother and his noble friend, for the dead cannot vindicate themselves!"
"Yes, such friendships hold no value, so why should we care?" Edith replied with a sneer. "The existence of despicable cowards, only serves to highlight the greatness of truth and principles. Let them witness the power of virtue!"
Margot coughed weakly, her hands folded over her chest, as she cast a serene smile towards the low, leaking ceiling of the prison cell. "If I were to die, my soul gazing upon my lifeless body from the heavens, I could at least say with a clear conscience: This girl named Margot, her conscience was always flawless, her life always impeccable!"
The youth and beauty of Margot unsurprisingly stirred lascivious intentions among the Thermidorists. They soon began resorting to every possible means to seduce her into degradation.
One after another, three representatives came to harass her, promising that if she agreed to marry them and rid herself of the shameful surname of Percy, they would set her and her loved ones free.
One of them even went so far as to draft a release order for her family, signed and stamped, presenting it before Margot, employing both persuasion and intimidation in an attempt to make the young woman yield.
However, Margot promptly took the paper and tore it to shreds before his eyes, declaring, "I don''t regard you for a moment. Not even on the guillotine will I abandon the sacred surname of Percy. Even a prisoned woman in rags won''t be had by a rat!"