[Grantaire doesn't have an answer for Enjolras' questions, and it annoys him more than it should- his teeth grit together and he tries to ignore how the children seem to take solace in him. In Enjolras, who was too busy plotting out their deaths to give Marius a moment to dream about love. He had mourned Gavroche, as the rest of them, but when had he ever given children any mind?
It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, perhaps more than it should because Enjolras is getting the way he gets again, and Grantaire doesn't know if it's worth arguing about, or if he should simply submit and let himself be overruled again.]
I said this was not Heaven. Knowing what it isn't doesn't imply that I know what it is, so I cannot tell you.
[There's a pause, and his lips press together. He shouldn't let Enjolras rile him up like this. It's just like back home- but of course, now they're both dead and neither of them know exactly what that means.
There are more pressing matters at hand anyway.]
Come- I said I spied a place that will give us a few bottles earlier. Let us forget our questions in wine and answer them when the Lord finds us in this... wherever He has left us.
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It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, perhaps more than it should because Enjolras is getting the way he gets again, and Grantaire doesn't know if it's worth arguing about, or if he should simply submit and let himself be overruled again.]
I said this was not Heaven. Knowing what it isn't doesn't imply that I know what it is, so I cannot tell you.
[There's a pause, and his lips press together. He shouldn't let Enjolras rile him up like this. It's just like back home- but of course, now they're both dead and neither of them know exactly what that means.
There are more pressing matters at hand anyway.]
Come- I said I spied a place that will give us a few bottles earlier. Let us forget our questions in wine and answer them when the Lord finds us in this... wherever He has left us.