❝ I’m serious. I don’t know what the hell
I was thinking, but it’s time that whip myself
into shape. Get a steady job or something & aim
for security. — Even if we’re out back. Wouldn’t
be a bad idea for you to consider, too. ❞
❝ … ❞
I’m fucking hilarious.]
“Right… Now I’m thinking you’re the one on drugs.”
Grantaire places his cigarette back between his lips
and leans back, propping his feet up on the table
between them. Not only is Bahorel not going to do
that, but the mere idea that Grantaire might get his
shit together long enough to get a job is perhaps
one of the most ridiculous things the cynic has ever
heard. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to do something
good— it’s more that he doesn’t believe he C A N.
”You’re fucking kidding me, right? You can’t be serious.”
❝ Interesting take, monsieur. But I believe
it to be a wrong take.The people of the upper
city care not for our lives; we are pests, and we
are the disgrace of the city. However, they much
prefer a submissive, controlled pest to one who
is willing to burn. To place fire by their boundaries
at first would promote confusion. Is the fire within
or no? And then, perhaps, apprehensive, about
something. About what? They are uncertain. But
I will say again, we might gain some unwanted
“Do you really think our beloved dictator would
allow us to burn fires so close to his perfect
city? Surely he would eliminate us. At least
those responsible for the act. If no one fessed
up, he might take it out on those who just
happen to be close enough to him at the time.
He won’t allow it to happen— not twice. It’s an
entertaining idea, mind you, but I don’t think
it’s a very good one. Too many unpredictable
variables. Enjolras would be disappointed.”
Combeferre pauses. Grantaire tried — Combeferre could
see it now. Grantaire just did not succeed; however, it
was the attempt that mattered to the guide. Combeferre
rakes his fingers through his hair, pulling up a chair
before the drunkard.
“ It’s all right, Grantaire — I understand.
…I can wait to speak with Enjolras.
How have you been? “
“I have been the same as I always am.”
Bitter, tired, t o r m e n t e d. It is all the
same to Grantaire. Never does he feel
any different. He can be joyous, it’s true,
but he cannot truly be happy. He can’t
remember the last time he felt happy.
At least, that’s what he tells everyone.
He can remember it perfectly. His sister’s
smile, her warm presence… He was happy
when she was around— truly happy— and
now he only had faded memories of her.
❝ Wrong. I’m entertaining the idea
of doing it at present. But whether actually
doing it would be worth it… Again, unlikely.
Far too — widespread for my taste. There wouldn’t
be much to concentrate singularly on. But
unwanted attention would not come from the
upper city — No. I’m far more intrigued about
what else would notice fires that large.
— And we all know you
think it fun. ❞
“We all know that I enjoy anything that brings
a crease to Enjolras’ marble forehead, but I
am far too lazy to implement such an act. It
would require way too much energy, and I am
feeling particularly lethargic today. Perhaps
some other time I will have the motivation
required for creating havoc. Until then, I will
sit here on my ass and enjoy this beer. Join
me, won’t you? I have far too much to say
to say it all to myself. No one cares to listen.”