It worried her when he got like this much as she understood it. She remembered hearing some people say that when he talked about the injustice, the look in his eyes scared them. Like they knew he was capable of doing what he needed to to achieve it. And he would have, he would have done whatever it took. If he'd had the chance. If any of them had had their chance. Oh she wouldn't claim to really know them outside of Marius. But she'd been starting to, little things that made them people and not just the boys from the cafe. Not just Marius' friends.
And then of course she'd come here and their great leader had become her friend, then her confidante and now the man she loved. And she'd seen past that marble facade he was so practiced at showing and found that there was so much more under the surface. Depths of feeling she'd never believed him capable of possessing.
And he was showing it now. He couldn't stop seeing his friends but his memory of them was fading. She honestly couldn't imagine it. She hadn't had friends, not really, she'd had Azelma, she supposed. And she'd had Marius. Who she believed had been her friend even if he had not loved her. He'd cared about her, and that had meant the world to her. But to lose friends as they had, as Marius had and as Enjolras had since coming here. He had a second chance as she had. But he'd left them behind in death. "I don't remember much, I remember laughter, and joking amid the planning. You were friends, not just revolutionaries. I remember music, I remember you all teasing Marius dreadful about Cosette. I was listening from downstairs some nights since I wasn't allowed up there. I listened a lot. Their voices are one part of them, you have your memories of who they were. You have memories of friendship, brotherhood."
She wasn't good at speeches like he was. She didn't know how to make her words all fancy like him, or flow just as easy as he did. It was a stream of words, that probably made no real sense but she meant them all.
She leaned into him trying her best to calm him so that maybe he would sleep. Leaning her head against his chest she smiled weakly.
"Today will be hard. The memories are still so close to us and this date was supposed to mean a new beginning for you all." For her of course it was never really going to be a happy day, she'd resigned herself to a life alone. But death, she hadn't expected that. None of them had expected that