It takes a few more seconds before Marius is able to identify the owner of the familiar blond locks and compelling blue eyes, but the mention of his name assists in startling him into a momentary state of alertness.

And when he finally does recognize the owner of that same commanding voice in the barricades, strong and unyielding in the face of uncertainty, his eyes grow large and his lips part. It takes a few tries for him to say something, the onslaught of emotions—surprise, uncertainty, relief—having temporarily robbed him of words. When he does speak, however, his voice rings clear. "Enjolras."

For he is convinced that this man is indeed Enjolras; whether he is still dreaming, however, is a different subject entirely. One that will be dealt with later, perhaps, once he hears an explanation from someone he is actually acquainted with before all... all this.

It's not long before the questions come rushing out in a rapid surge. "What place is this? Where are the others? Have you..." Have you seen my Cosette? but he drifts off before he can finish the sentence, finding himself unable to say her name out loud, as if doing so would give her, and the strange sense of peace a memory of her brings him, away to someone else.