[It isn't a proud thing. It isn't a happy thing. It simply is, the way death simply is. It's a fact that warms and hurts and needs, by and large, to be kept where Enjolras has spent his life keeping it.]
I just did not let that stop me.
[Would it have been a happy thing to see Combeferre grow old? Would it have been a joyful thing to see Courfeyrac fall in love? Would it have been wonderful to see his dearest friends come together every year and drink like students, blossoming again in one another's company?
Of course it would. Of course it prickles in his chest to know each of them is sitting now on a train like this--possibly this very train.
That doesn't stop the idea of letting them live anything but entirely free from feeling like a cruelty.]
Revolution is nothing without love, Grantaire. That it is not how you would love does not deprive it.
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[It isn't a proud thing. It isn't a happy thing. It simply is, the way death simply is. It's a fact that warms and hurts and needs, by and large, to be kept where Enjolras has spent his life keeping it.]
I just did not let that stop me.
[Would it have been a happy thing to see Combeferre grow old? Would it have been a joyful thing to see Courfeyrac fall in love? Would it have been wonderful to see his dearest friends come together every year and drink like students, blossoming again in one another's company?
Of course it would. Of course it prickles in his chest to know each of them is sitting now on a train like this--possibly this very train.
That doesn't stop the idea of letting them live anything but entirely free from feeling like a cruelty.]
Revolution is nothing without love, Grantaire. That it is not how you would love does not deprive it.