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Enjolras holds himself responsible.

Of course he does. Enjolras has always held the weight of the world on his shoulders, always bourn the burden of change, always been more than ready to pay the price of freedom. And in the end, he had paid it. They all had. And that was where the problem was.

It is one thing glorify the dead as martyrs to the glory of French Revolution, but it is quite another to watch your sobbing, trembling, screaming friends be gunned down like dogs in bloody piles around you.

Grantaire takes a deep breath, then grabs the blond man by both shoulders firmly, waiting until he looks up and meets his eyes. Even in weakness, the blue stare is fiercely penetrating. Grantaire resists the urge to retreat away from it, drawing strength from a depth he did not realise he had but seemed to have developed the moment he saw Enjolras’ strength falter.

Excerpt from the E/R heaven/afterlife fic I’m writing. Because there’s so much fic where Grantaire is the emotional, messed up one, but what Enjolras went through is enough to completely screw anyone over.

(I hate titles)

Description
Enjolras holds himself responsible.

Of course he does. Enjolras has always held the weight of the world on his shoulders, always bourn the burden of change, always been more than ready to pay the price of freedom. And in the end, he had paid it. They all had. And that was where the problem was.

It is one thing glorify the dead as martyrs to the glory of French Revolution, but it is quite another to watch your sobbing, trembling, screaming friends be gunned down like dogs in bloody piles around you.

Grantaire takes a deep breath, then grabs the blond man by both shoulders firmly, waiting until he looks up and meets his eyes. Even in weakness, the blue stare is fiercely penetrating. Grantaire resists the urge to retreat away from it, drawing strength from a depth he did not realise he had but seemed to have developed the moment he saw Enjolras’ strength falter.

Excerpt from the E/R heaven/afterlife fic I’m writing. Because there’s so much fic where Grantaire is the emotional, messed up one, but what Enjolras went through is enough to completely screw anyone over.

(I hate titles)