[ Grantaire has been less than pleased with the thought of a temporary death. He’s been vocal about it, feeling as though he’d been cheated in the game of life and death. His death, after all, was the one time he managed to obtain acceptance from Enjolras. It was the one time he managed to find purpose and complete a task, truly believing in what he was doing.

But today, those thoughts are quiet. Having seen the scene play out again hasn’t silenced them, but it has hushed them. Not only that, but Jehan has arrived, Enjolras’ words haven’t been quite so cutting, and Loras’ visit is a pleasant surprise. ]

I wasn’t aware you had met a similar fate. Though this place has made liars of us all. Our fates and our graves have not been sealed at all. My heart beats just as well as it ever did—though at times I wonder if it doesn’t beat too quickly.

[ That’s…literally just an Enjolras-related side effect. ]

Perhaps I’m imagining things. You speak kindly of me, and I’m grateful for it. I’ll disappoint you eventually, but I will do my best not to disappoint you today. Will you come inside? Enjolras is asleep, I think. If not, he’s further straining his eyes to read.