"You must be joking," he retorted, frustration leeching in to his voice. "You've decided over the course of what, a few weeks? That this is some thing you have to beat. Your latest cause. Before you decided nothing was ever about anything but you. But you can't stop being so damn sanctimonious for long enough to see that! Enjolras, righting all the wrongs of the world. You want to tell me it's about me? Fine. It is. I accept that. I absolve you of any further responsibility. God forbid poor, pitiable Grantaire embarrass you further."
He broke off there, trying to stay his temper as he looked a away, arms crossed. He hadn't meant to go so far or say half of that. Hadn't wanted to get angry. But damn if Enjolras didn't infuriate him.
"Maybe you have someone in your life now you permit to make mistakes. It's certainly never been me," he spoke more quietly now but with no less bitterness.