[ He meets her gaze with that same smile, but something else takes shape behind his eyes. A touch of surprise, perhaps. He had said the words, acted as a Revolutionary, but Sansa still sees right through him. It does no good to lie now. ]
I felt no rage or ire toward the monarchy of France. I never felt Louis Philippe was worth the trouble of a revolution.
[ Or the trouble of the inevitable deaths of his friends. ]
No, it’s true, that did not change. I had no sudden change of heart.
[ He doesn’t know if Enjolras quite understands, and if he does, he won’t speak of it at any sort of length. Perhaps he’s disappointed, or perhaps he wants to cling to the belief that Grantaire had died for the cause.
He hardly had time to think when he woke to the artillerymen, but the silence told him everything he needed to know. He would be faced with an empty world: a world without his friends, a world without Enjolras. ]
I believed in him, I followed him, and you speak true, mademoiselle. I did die for him.
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I felt no rage or ire toward the monarchy of France. I never felt Louis Philippe was worth the trouble of a revolution.
[ Or the trouble of the inevitable deaths of his friends. ]
No, it’s true, that did not change. I had no sudden change of heart.
[ He doesn’t know if Enjolras quite understands, and if he does, he won’t speak of it at any sort of length. Perhaps he’s disappointed, or perhaps he wants to cling to the belief that Grantaire had died for the cause.
He hardly had time to think when he woke to the artillerymen, but the silence told him everything he needed to know. He would be faced with an empty world: a world without his friends, a world without Enjolras. ]
I believed in him, I followed him, and you speak true, mademoiselle. I did die for him.