And as you cannot force me to be who I’m not, you cannot force me to complain.
[ He isn’t going to complain. He knows the type of person Enjolras is, knows what he stands for, and he wouldn’t want anything about him to change. He’s been kind to Grantaire, whether he realizes it or not. Only once did he ask Grantaire to leave, though he might have requested it many times more. He offered Grantaire chances to prove himself, though he squandered them. He could never complain. He has no right to complain.
He gazes at Enjolras for a moment, a curious expression on his face. Have they ever spoken like this before? He doesn’t think they have, and he doesn’t think he would have forgotten such a conversation. He’s more grateful than he can express. ]
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[ He isn’t going to complain. He knows the type of person Enjolras is, knows what he stands for, and he wouldn’t want anything about him to change. He’s been kind to Grantaire, whether he realizes it or not. Only once did he ask Grantaire to leave, though he might have requested it many times more. He offered Grantaire chances to prove himself, though he squandered them. He could never complain. He has no right to complain.
He gazes at Enjolras for a moment, a curious expression on his face. Have they ever spoken like this before? He doesn’t think they have, and he doesn’t think he would have forgotten such a conversation. He’s more grateful than he can express. ]
The world doesn’t change overnight.