Her hand clenches into a fist on her skirts. She realizes what she has said. I mean, I don't want either of them dead, but that does not make sense. She's not complaining to him anymore, more to God or whomever is listening. Grantaire tightens his arm around her with a small, bitter grin.
Nothing makes sense, cherie.
I needed that stupid man. There are tears on her face. I don't care what's right, or sensible, or what the best government is. I want my children to have food. If I have to quit all this and throw Auntie's benefices back in her face and go be a bricklayer, I'll see you're taken care of.