Enjolras is the chief, the fearless leader. Combeferre, the resourceful guide. Courfeyrac, the radiant and charming center. And I'm there sometimes, too. Most of the time really. Despite this, they doubt my dedication, they laugh at my devotion to Cosette. "How droll, Marius" they say. "Who cares about your lonely soul?" They don't understand, of course. Talk of revolution consumes their being; and with each passing day, the plans grow more detailed, the anticipation fills the room with a suffocating energy. Sometimes I think that they forget I'm there, or they're too busy scoffing at my concern with Cosette to notice that I do care. I am entirely dedicated to the cause. If we go off in battle tomorrow, I want them to realize that I'm right there, fighting in the front. Marius, the passionate warrior. I want people to whisper "Oh, Marius was right up there with the others! He fought to be free with every ounce of his being!" They will say that someday, I know they will. I promised my friends I would be prepared to fight, and I am. And I will continue be. At the present, though, I come in to meetings and laugh along as they pat my back before turning back their plans. Enjolras the chief; Combeferre the guide, and Courfeyrac the center.
And I'm there too, sometimes.
All of the time.