[ Grantaire sees the recognition on Enjolras’ face, and he knows he doesn’t have to explain. He waits, silent, expecting to be sent away. Shockingly, the request to leave does not come.
It’s odd, the feeling he has about his decision to die. He isn’t proud, necessarily. He could have done better, he could have been of some actual help. He could have even tried harder to believe in the cause, but his heart had never allowed it. In the end, he had died for what he believed in, and there’s nothing he can do to change that. There are absolutely no regrets, and he wouldn’t take it back for all the wine in Wyver.
He turns his gaze to Enjolras, expression soft despite the clearly frustrated face before him. ]
No, you never did. Did the people ask you to plan a revolution for them? I should imagine not. I do not have many beliefs, Enjolras, but I am certain that one does not need to be asked in order to believe in something.
[Well that's a ridiculous comparison. The people need someone to plan a revolution for them, to lay the foundations and set a spark so they can catch alight.
Enjolras does not need someone to believe in him.
What he needs is to go find Jehan. This has taken too much of his time already.]
Very well then. Believe whatever you like. I will go to find someone who shares my beliefs.
[ It’s possible that Grantaire doesn’t need to believe in anything, but he can’t say for sure. It’s been a very long time since he’s lacked that singular belief in his life. ]
Of course.
[ It doesn’t seem as though the conversation has anywhere else to go. Grantaire nods, and seats himself with the last of the wine. He hadn’t expected much. In fact, he isn’t even sure what he hoped to accomplish at all by revealing the truth, but he won’t ask more of Enjolras than what he’s already given. He’s allowed Grantaire to continue to believe, and there isn't much more he can ask for than that. ]
You won’t need to look far. Jehan will be returning soon.
You forget, Enjolras. I have never needed an excuse before.
[ Grantaire only smiles gently, the bottle of wine grasped in his hand. Perhaps his comment is in dry humor, perhaps not. His smile gives very little away. ]
You needn’t worry. This isn’t near enough for me to lull myself to sleep, let alone to drink myself into a stupor. Find Jehan. He will be glad to hear of this news.
[For a heartbeat the smile does more than just frustrate him: it makes him want to ask the man why he's smiling like that.
But in a second the feeling has passed, superceded by the need to share the news.] When I find him we'll return. Good bye. [He's already going for his coat, heading for the door.]
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It’s odd, the feeling he has about his decision to die. He isn’t proud, necessarily. He could have done better, he could have been of some actual help. He could have even tried harder to believe in the cause, but his heart had never allowed it. In the end, he had died for what he believed in, and there’s nothing he can do to change that. There are absolutely no regrets, and he wouldn’t take it back for all the wine in Wyver.
He turns his gaze to Enjolras, expression soft despite the clearly frustrated face before him. ]
No, you never did. Did the people ask you to plan a revolution for them? I should imagine not. I do not have many beliefs, Enjolras, but I am certain that one does not need to be asked in order to believe in something.
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Enjolras does not need someone to believe in him.
What he needs is to go find Jehan. This has taken too much of his time already.]
Very well then. Believe whatever you like. I will go to find someone who shares my beliefs.
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Of course.
[ It doesn’t seem as though the conversation has anywhere else to go. Grantaire nods, and seats himself with the last of the wine. He hadn’t expected much. In fact, he isn’t even sure what he hoped to accomplish at all by revealing the truth, but he won’t ask more of Enjolras than what he’s already given. He’s allowed Grantaire to continue to believe, and there isn't much more he can ask for than that. ]
You won’t need to look far. Jehan will be returning soon.
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[Even as he says the second part he second guesses himself, uneasy with the vague sense that he ought not have said it.
It's true, he has wasted time here. And yet-] Don't think this news gives you an excuse to drink yourself into a stupor.
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[ Grantaire only smiles gently, the bottle of wine grasped in his hand. Perhaps his comment is in dry humor, perhaps not. His smile gives very little away. ]
You needn’t worry. This isn’t near enough for me to lull myself to sleep, let alone to drink myself into a stupor. Find Jehan. He will be glad to hear of this news.
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But in a second the feeling has passed, superceded by the need to share the news.] When I find him we'll return. Good bye. [He's already going for his coat, heading for the door.]
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[ Grantaire’s eyes tracks Enjolras to the door. He sinks down lower into his seat and rests his head on his hand, his gaze soft. ]
Goodbye, Enjolras.
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I always believed in you.
He uses more force to shut the door than he needs.]