[ To hear so many guns firing all at once wasn’t exactly a common day occurrence in Grantaire’s life either, but in his final moments, he didn’t care. The sound might have deafened him, but it didn’t matter. He saw the acceptance on Enjolras’ face, and he was happy.

Still, it must be a little alarming to someone else. He forgets sometimes that Loras is a knight, not of the same place or time as him. Part of him would like to forget, simply because it’s easier to continue to doubt. ]

I was fortunate.

[ Fortunate not to have been turned away, fortunate not to have been turned away. He smiles gently. ]

And fortunate to relive it today, but I can’t say as much for you. One gunshot is loud enough. Twelve at once is deafening. The ringing in your ears will pass—I think.