"So this is your revolution? Pretending to be a revolutionary merely to sleep with royal whores?"

"She is not a - "

But he stops talking because he notices the look on Grantaire's face then. Hopelessness. Shame.

"I thought you were the light, Enjolras. You are just as bleak as everyone else."

And when Grantaire leaves, Enjolras swallows heavily, moving to sit. He doesn't dare look at Margaret.