We are Not Alone
Enjolras knows there is no better place for him to die than here.
He looks around, sees friends who have already fallen and friends who are still fighting faithfully for freedom.
He was the one who started this. Once, it was just an idea that maybe he could become a leader, make a difference, give liberty to those who deserved it.
And then these people—his friends—made it more than an idea. His friends supported him, made this dream a reality.
He wants to tell them how much he cares for all of them, how grateful he is, that he could have never done it without them.
But he can't. He has no words left in him, and even if he did, he has no breath left to say them with.
All he can do is lie there dying, knowing that he is surrounded by the best people he has ever met.