[ Grantaire may as well have been detailing some horrible tragedy of injury or illness for how Christian reacted. As if being told a loved one were facing their final days. It broke his heart to hear such things. What terrible dark clouds must live in this man's mind to give up so completely? When Christian felt such things, he was terrified to lose them forever and fled to Paris. He couldn't imagine staying and allowing that darkness to consume him. ]

You'll do no such thing! I may not be able to wake Toulouse, but maybe I can ask for his paintings!

[ He realized he didn't even really know when Grantaire was from. He could be from later, and already know of Toulouse's work. Or he could be from the past and would not appreciate the style. But he didn't seem to react to the name...how does one even ask when someone is from? ]

They're quite modern, but maybe that will help! The apartment is...was covered in them...

[ His excitement suddenly faded. He was still coping with the reality of why he was here. ]

...if they were rescued with us.

[ He tried to push back to his previous level, but it wasn't quite working. ]

But then you might see that just because it's not finished doesn't mean it's not worth doing.