You miss my metaphor. You are no god, but you are not a mere man either. Your character became more than that, and Les Amis rallied around it like moths drawn to lamp light. For me, life was empty that when I first met you-- I doubt you remember the day-- I never wanted to be in the dark again after that. That is why I love you. Why I stay, even when I cannot fight for your cause. Without your conviction, the world becomes as dark as Dis.

[Having said this, Grantaire takes a step away from Enjolras, fearing his reaction, and gently presses to have his wrist freed.]