I'm done with revolutions. Manon cannot find it in her heart to disagree. Despite everything, despite Gregory and Jehan and poor, silly Marius, despite the battering of a dream, she is happier than she remembers ever being before. She has faith in names. Names are identity.
Names have power.
For she's been to the barricades, in the name of love and liberty, and come away again with the one, if not the other. I want us to be safe. All of us. Who wants to take his wife and child away from Paris, to somewhere safe and quiet. It hurts her a little to see him so subdued, who only last week was so gay and reckless, so quick to catch fire.