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I just had a theory - Burr might be the narrator, but we were still looking at the world through Hamilton's eyes. And he was so devastated after Laurens's death, that he just saw him everywhere.
Including his son.
And when Philip died, he lost all sense of self-preservation. Both the love of his life, and his pride and joy, both so alike in looks and demeanour, gone. Why must he live, when his son and lover await him in heaven?
Oh, but the freedom he'd promised an entire country yearning for a breath of fresh air. The millions of other unknown Johns and Philips in the crowd, the millions of other unknown Elizas, they all depended on him.
He storms around, in a quite bad mood, and along comes...
Jefferson.
That ambitious bastard.
That moron, who'd much better suit presidency, than Alexander Hamilton, the loudmouth who won't shut the fuck up. It wasn't such a bad idea, was it? All he'd have to do is screw up. Or maybe he could change it all... with a duel.
Anygays,
Have a good day/night!
edit: what the fuck was past me on I don't understand anything
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