[She is not used to comfort, either. But now she craves it so desperately. It's as though her last moments in Marius' arms have awakened that desire, and here Enjolras will give it to her. She sobs into his chest, holding on for dear life. If he is awkward, she does not recognize it. She's too wrapped up in her emotions.]

I do not care! Not now! I am happy to be his friend, more than anything. I have never had friends, and have always considered him one. But- I had no happiness. It is what brought me to your barricade that night. I knew I would not survive. And I did not wish to! I longed to die there in his arms and I did! I knew he would perish with me. But he did not. That is why I gave him the letter at last. If he has her to go back to, he will never care for me here. She will always be there. A ghost haunting me since we were children!