It's always like this. If you are a certain kind of person, you can't resist a loose end; you see it, you pull, and the whole illusion unravels. Like this, you unmake the world.

Grantaire has to admit, there's one thing about this place: it has a distinct flair for literalized metaphor. Which doesn't make him feel much better. "Enjolras," he says, helplessly, "I'm sorry."