[Grantaire hadn't been liking the way this conversation was turning because he hadn't any intention of explaining himself to Enjolras. And how could he? It wasn't something Grantaire thought of. It was simply something that was. The whole process made Grantaire thirsty, but if he reached for more brandy, Enjolras would surely become even more cross with him that he was already.]

That weight isn't your burden to carry. They died for what they believed in. Apparently, so did I. [So says the skeptic.]

[He never lowers his eyes, gentle and pleading, from Enjolras]

You gave that much to me. Can I not have it?