[ Grantaire only looks tired at the way Enjolras describes their likely future. He would much rather get dying out of the way than be dragged about by soldiers. But then, he is with Enjolras and perhaps it is better to allow Enjolras his time at trial. He thinks idly that they might find an escape, but it has never been in Enjolras's plan to live; he knows that much. ]

You trust me over yourself? You should know that I do not merely stand upon earth, no, I am lower. I am deep within Cocytus, where traitors wail for their own sins. [ He pauses and glances to Enjolras. ] It possible, then, that we might meet on earth. I will pull you down and you will take me up and we will find each other on common ground. Is that acceptable to you?