[ That certainly is a far more outwardly passionate response than Grantaire expected. He raises his eyebrows, but he allows her a moment. ]
I wish it would have never come to this.
[ He agrees with her, an opinion hidden beneath his words, and quite a strong one he’s always held despite his insistence that he has no opinions. His death is one thing, but the deaths of his friends are another. He never had to witness a single one of them die. Even here in his side of the memory, he never saw Enjolras fall. ]
But they loved their country enough to die for it. They understood what revolution meant.
[ He pauses, his expression softening once more. ]
It’s foolish of me to wish that they might have been remembered. It’s a tremendous shame that history is written by those who are there at the end; the winners, regardless of how insufferable or cowardly they may be. They were a magnificent group of men, my friends. Their names should be remembered.
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I wish it would have never come to this.
[ He agrees with her, an opinion hidden beneath his words, and quite a strong one he’s always held despite his insistence that he has no opinions. His death is one thing, but the deaths of his friends are another. He never had to witness a single one of them die. Even here in his side of the memory, he never saw Enjolras fall. ]
But they loved their country enough to die for it. They understood what revolution meant.
[ He pauses, his expression softening once more. ]
It’s foolish of me to wish that they might have been remembered. It’s a tremendous shame that history is written by those who are there at the end; the winners, regardless of how insufferable or cowardly they may be. They were a magnificent group of men, my friends. Their names should be remembered.