[Grantaire's back displeases him. He hasn't been able to read the man's expressions, but it makes him think the man will leave.]

It was a relief not to die alone. There were only a few of us left, I sent the others to hide in the roof. If I gave myself up I thought it would satisfy the guard. Though Marius was reckless on the barricade they knew me for the leader. [His mind is back there, remembering. Has Grantaire turned back yet? Somehow he is not angry that he needs to share this because Grantaire was sleeping.]

I do not think they will have lived, those who went in the roof. The guard were thorough. Revolutionaries cannot be permitted to live, if the revolution has not taken. [Another sigh. It cannot be the sickness, it must be the memories.]