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"You believe in nothing; you're a cynic through and through " were the only words Grantaire could remember hearing as he passed out . He vaguely felt the itching sensation on his wrist , reminding him of his soul mate tattoo and Enjolras .
He knew he had to wake up -Goddamnit, even Joly had gone out to fight , he knew he had to prove him wrong.
But his head was heavy and it hurt to move . He murmurs a simple "aye , but I believe in you " before his golden Apollo leaves the tavern and he passes out .
Enjolras simply had two words "perméts tu ?" Scrawled across his wrist . He knew that he'd die in the upcoming battle , and was glad he wouldn't be alone ... and yet he had no idea who he'd die alongside. He hoped it would be someone he trusted with all his soul - like Combeferre, or perhaps the gentle spirited poet .
So when it came to the end , Enjolras was terrified - Jehan was dead; kidnapped and murdered, and Combeferre lay dying before him with Courfeyrac in his arms .
Grantaire wakes just in time, knowing what he needs to say "perméts tu ?" He whispers, holding out his hand .
The smile Enjolras gives Grantaire is bittersweet yet gentle .
And as the bullets tear through their chests , Enjolras decides that perhaps Grantaire does believe after all ...