"Enjolras was the chief, Combeferre was the guide, Courfeyrac was the centre. The others gave more light, he shed more warmth; the truth is, that he possessed all the qualities of a centre, roundness and radiance."
Enjolras has sprung into action, and Combeferre and I are at the ready as our plan begins to form. If ever I were to doubt or falter, I’d need look no further than Enjolras to be set back on course. His unwavering devotion to our country is an inspiration to all of us.
I know my own behavior has given the gang a good laugh from time to time, but I hope they know how serious I am when it comes to the fight for France.
It’s no secret: I love women. Adore them. Why wouldn’t I? And, thank goodness, they seem to take to me, too. I just hope no one worries that my proclivity for — oh, shall we say, flirtation? — will distract me from what really matters. I know what’s at stake, and I’m committed.
That doesn’t mean I’m not scared. I do fear the day I find myself face to face with a musket. As often as I remind myself that I am putting my life on the line, I won’t truly know what that means until the revolution arrives.
This is why I can’t ask Marius to return to our group and fight with us. No man should give his life for a cause that doesn’t course through his veins.
It courses through mine.