[He didn't question the memory, nor does he question Grantaire's presence here. In this world of stuffy heads and sore throats the man has been a constant.
He hears the question, mulling it over almost abstractly. His usual clarity of thought is muddled, working in circles where he intends to go in straight lines.
There had been a promise in that death. I'm one of them, is what the drunk had said, and Enjolras had thought he knew what it meant.]
I thought you would be different. I expected it. A miracle, I told myself. A man changed by revolution. Even you could not be so indifferent to not see what was being done here. [A pause. No, not here.] There.
incoherent sounds
He hears the question, mulling it over almost abstractly. His usual clarity of thought is muddled, working in circles where he intends to go in straight lines.
There had been a promise in that death. I'm one of them, is what the drunk had said, and Enjolras had thought he knew what it meant.]
I thought you would be different. I expected it. A miracle, I told myself. A man changed by revolution. Even you could not be so indifferent to not see what was being done here. [A pause. No, not here.] There.