[ there's no need for grantaire to say it- no, enjolras hears it loud and clear and huffs out a breath of annoyance, earning a scowl from the child in his lap. he does not apologize, simply soothes him with light touches on his side- and the boys fingers wrap around enjolras' larger one, and he figures that's as good as he'll get. ]

[ still, he glares at grantaire. something about him implying it is- painful, now, rather than frustrating. does grantaire really see his death as a mistake?, he wonders to think, would he take it back if given the chance?. ]

Tread lightly, Grantaire.

[ it would be fair if he did. enjolras did not ask for anyone to stand beside him in death, he certainly didn't want grantaire ( or anyone else for that matter ) to die that night. it happened. he told them to run- he told them, nearly pleaded them to spare their lives, but it was naturally all for naught. they remained and they died. and enjolras leaded them to their graves. ]

[ he wonders, were grantaire awake for it, would he have fled? at the mention of spare your lives, i only need thirty men, would grantaire have taken off running in a drunken stupor? ]

[ it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. that the answer might be yes. ]

No man should be as arrogant as you when faced with eternal light in the Kingdom of our Lord.