They fell for France. [ His response is quick and flat enough that it might seem unconsidered, but it's simply automatic - he knows it well enough that he hardly has to think. ] As they knew they might - as was proper.

[ He looks at Grantaire, shoving all thoughts of the damn book resolutely form his mind. ] It's a death no one could regret. It changes nothing. I mourn them, but it changes nothing.