[To hear that Enjolras thought that he was important to the republic, that he could serve the republic with his poetry and his words hits something inside Jehan that he didn't know existed. He'd always known that words had more power than anyone knew--why else would censors strive so hard to silence them?--but there is something powerful about hearing their leader say as much to him. He smiles, tearing up. Typical Prouvaire]

I am honored, though I am glad that I died for the republic. I cannot imagine a better way to go, honestly, and I have thought about death and dying far more than most consider healthy. Thank you, Enjolras.