Grantaire hesitates for a moment, then, with a loose-limbed shrug, falls into step behind him.

No point in looking back at the monster, poor beast, nor in wondering now what's more likely to kill him -- the next batch of Athenians, the king's soldiers, or the lonely pangs of his own heart. Odds are good they've done him no service, as far as Grantaire's concerned.

...but on the bright side, they're not eaten, so, you know.