[ Grantaire’s entire life is made up of half-shaped thoughts and passing fancies, none of which have ever taken full form. On occasion, his scattered mind will be illuminated by a brief ray of inspiration, or he’ll stumble upon an idea that he might wish to build upon, but all these notions slip away by morning, leaving nothing but his vices. His brief pang of patriotism was one of these things, fed only by his admiration of Enjolras. As soon as Enjolras was out of his sight, so was the light.
He listens to the other man’s words, but seems unfazed. If anything, his gaze grows even more tender despite the harsh tone. ]
Come with me.
[ It’s a sudden request, but shouldn’t come as entirely unexpected. Grantaire can’t say what he might fall victim to if given the opportunity to return to the Richefeu, but he has the vague hope that he might regain a single speck of Enjolras’ respect if he’s there with him. ]
I’m unlikely to make the same mistake twice.
[ Yeah okay that bit is a laugh. ]
And I've already lost my last sous to Joly. My pockets are empty. I've no coin with which to pay for wine and nothing to bargain on a game of dominoes.
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He listens to the other man’s words, but seems unfazed. If anything, his gaze grows even more tender despite the harsh tone. ]
Come with me.
[ It’s a sudden request, but shouldn’t come as entirely unexpected. Grantaire can’t say what he might fall victim to if given the opportunity to return to the Richefeu, but he has the vague hope that he might regain a single speck of Enjolras’ respect if he’s there with him. ]
I’m unlikely to make the same mistake twice.
[ Yeah okay that bit is a laugh. ]
And I've already lost my last sous to Joly. My pockets are empty. I've no coin with which to pay for wine and nothing to bargain on a game of dominoes.