dear_mun | Grantaire, put the bottle down

I understood your words, better than you know, but it was the man I believed in. I would have followed no other.

[The others died for the revolution, for the cause. Grantaire died for him. It's not the same, and he cannot forgive Grantaire for putting that on his heart.]

You weren't one of us. It was never your place to be beside me.

[His tone is harder than he intended.]

[His expression softens with his eyes still fixed on Enjolras. The harsh tone was nothing if not familiar.]

I was never beside you. I was behind you or beneath your heel. It was enough.

No!

[Enjolras, for once in his life, visibly winces.]

[His back stiffens, and it's all he can to do stare at Enjolras. He's never seen a reaction quite like that before. He knew he was worth so little in the visionary's eyes, but it would never stop Grantaire from trying.]

[At long last, Enjolras looks up and meets the pair of eyes before his.]

Why?

[a pause]

I'm afraid I'll need the question with more context.

[OOC: Perms for Enjolras to tell Grantaire what happened?]

You were safe. Why did you do it?

[OOC: Permission granted!]

"Safe" is a relative sentiment. What is it I'm meant to have done this time?

You could have survived, but you joined me in my fate. Why did you do that?

[Grantaire glances to the bottle in his hand and for a moment consideres putting it down as he was often told. Instead, he thinks maybe he needs another.]

You cast me from the barricade so as not to disgrace it. How is it you think I joined you?

You' don't remember?

[This felt like a test. The pinnacle of sobriety asking the drunkard what he remembered. But since there was no way Enjolras would think less of him than he already did, Grantaire answer truthfully]

I do not. Whatever it is I've done, so long as you permit it, I will always join you. What is it I don't remember?

[If you permit it? He winces again.]

It was over. The barricade fell and we were taken. We fought to the last man as long as we could. The last man was me.

I fired until I ran out of bullets, and then I beat them with my carbine until I broke. When there was nothing else to be done, I let them take me with dignity.

A firing squad was formed. You were safe. But, you joined me. You stood by my side before them. I held your hand...

[He looks down, breathing roughly, then shakes his head hard.]

No, you were drunk. Of course you don't remember.

All dead?

[Grantaire hadn't put faith in the barricade, but it is still a shock to be told the fate of all of his friends... including the one standing in front of him. The weight of drunkenness had been slowly lifting as this conversation progressed, but now Grantaire's head seems to clear. He crosses to boldly lay a hand on Enjolras' shoulder.]

I do not know the reason why I do not know this, but believe me, if you never believe another word I say, it was not the drink. There is no amount of brandy that would ever have made me forget standing at your side.

[Enjolras takes his wrist and removes his hand.]

Why?

You were never one of ours.

[Thus chastised, he just lets his arms fall by his side]

Despite my lack of belief, I have always been counted among Les Amis. Whether or not you acknowledge me, I was their friend as well as yours.

That's why.

Grantaire... You asked me if I would permit it. I said yes, and took your hand. I thought we were finished. But now, finding myself here in... whatever this place is. Facing you again...

[Enjolras drops his eyes]

The others died for the same reason I did, to bring justice to the world. But you... YOU. You died for something else.

You died for me.

I can't carry that with me.

[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?

[Enjolras presses his lips together, his blue eyes fixed on the floor. His lips part as though preparing to speak, then stops again. His brow knits, as the words not coming when he needs them is not something he is used to.]

It seems I have no choice. I owe you at least that.

It feels like such a small thing now. I hate death, but I had to make use of it. Now we both felt it, and here we are.

I would have thought that there was nothing more to say, and yet I find myself in this place, no different than I was before.

I did not expect that.

I did not expect a lot of things.

[Grantaire didn't believe in anything, so it doesn't bother him at all to find that "death" was just about the same as "life" but in a different place.

[What bothers Grantaire was the expression on Enjolras' face. Uplifting words are not R's skill, but nevertheless, he wishes there was something appropriate he could say]

Think instead of the symbol: what your deaths did for the patria. Surely no one died a martyr's death more beautifully than you for your cause.

I am content that it should be so. But alas, now we go in circles. It is not myself that I mourn.

You should leave the mourning to the living. The others would not want you to feel such for them.

And what of you? You never did answer.

Why did you do it? Do not speak to me of les amis. Speak to me of yourself.

[There's that question again. Since it appears Grantaire can't continue to dance around it, he takes a moment to think before answering as plainly as he is able to this man]

You have made it abundantly clear that I am worth less to you than anyone while, on the contrary, standing in your presence meant the most to me.

Perhaps, as you said, I am indeed incapable of life and of death in any proper fashion. Do not mourn this fool.

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ouch, right in the feels

LOL He's good at that

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I need to make more icons....

LOL Me too, I only have a few

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