➳ i am a ghost, just a mirage

[seditiously]

( who chases traces of you )

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[habitually]

[ R presses his lips, squinting and looking at Enjolras for a long moment. There are subtle mouth movements and his head cocks to the side so slightly as he considers that and tries to answer him succinctly. He inhaled through his nose, chest heaving, before he replies to the question.

There’s no sarcasm or laughter in his eyes. R looks bedraggled, exhausted, and ill, as though he would lie down and sleep against the wall if he could. His chin lifts to avoid looking too piteously at Apollo’s anger-tinted despair. ]

I don’t deserve honesty after keeping this from you. Before you point that out. But I ask you to consider this, if you can. Would you ‘let it be’ if the situation was reversed?

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[seditiously]

[ Enjolras' jaw clicks back and forth as he lets the question settle, anger and frustration and sadness all clearly warring on his features.

It's a fair question, and one he more than knows the answer to; however, the hypocrisy of that answer is completely unpalatable, and Enjolras can already feel himself pushing the logical inconsistency out of his mind--

Isn't this exactly what he accused you of being? So willfully blind to what you don't want to know? Tearing your way through to your own desired conclusion, the means to that end be damned?

His whole body is tense, shaking slightly as he finally answers, in a clipped tone: ]

I--I need some space. To think. I'm sorry.

[ He doesn't even wait for Remi--Grantaire's reaction before he leaves. His chest heaves as his walking pace quickens out of the hall, and the weight of it all feels unbearable. ]