It would never have worked. I knew it from the beginning. Yet I somehow kept faith. Kept faith he would one way or another see that I loved him. And love me back. It would never happen. Me, a mere mortal, and him, almost a God. A God... Grantaire calls him that sometimes. Apollo. I can actually see what he means now. He does look like a God. Who knows, he might even be one...

They, we all worship him. But they worship him in another way than I do. I love him. I love him both for his ideas and for just being him. He will die in the battle to come. He will die in the fight for a better world. He will die for Patria. And we will die with him. If we die for France, or if we die for him, it doesn't matter. Our lives will have had a meaning. People will forget us... but still, if one or two souls remember us, they will remember that we died for something good. We were willing to throw our lives away for a better world. His better world.

I love him… Funny, now I see how that gamine that follows Marius around all the time feels. I think she’s here too. I am quite certain she is here. She will die with the man she loves. So will I...

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