[ Grantaire cannot help an exasperated sigh. Of course Enjolras only plans for the future of the Republic and nothing else. Grantaire has very little desire to advocate for anything; he would much rather leave this confinement. Perhaps there is a way their wishes can intertwine, should that possibility ever be found. ]

What trial could they hold? We have committed treason. They can shoot us dead as soon as they would like and say they did it for the safety of the kingdom! Do you plan to rot in wait for a trial that will never come?

[ Grantaire glances to him in uncertainty. He is not entirely sure what the intent behind that statement is, though it is merely wrong; he prefers to watch Enjolras soar. ] I have no desire to see you grounded, I assure you. To take away your flight would be to cut off a bird's wings and I am not so cruel a man. Fly as you like away from this prison and I will watch you from where I sit.