"No, Grantaire," Enjolras corrected angrily. "I'm quite aware it's all about you. God forbid jt not be about you for a few minutes." He considered walking away. Neither of them was in a very good mood and they were in danger of saying a lot of things they didn't mean. But he couldn't help it. He wanted it to hurt. He wanted to maybe knock some sense into him. "All this has ever been is about you. Never once do you consider the feelings of anyone else when you go off and do these things to yourself."
One day. One day he'd pick a fight and the person on the other end would be an angry vampire. Or he'd fall asleep in a gutter and have his amulet stolen. Or one day his liver would just give up trying, and who could blame it, really? No matter the situation, he'd end up dead. Enjolras would lose him all over again and then what was the point of the Zeal giving him this second chance?