[It had been difficult, certainly, and Enjolras had not necessarily liked pulling away, but it was one of those things which had needed to be done, for everyone's own good. A letter every month or so, which he'd kept very brief had been rather the most conversation they'd had in years. Now, where there was time to regret it, Enjolras found that he did, a little, though the question made him laugh a bit.]

Well, they certainly were not republicans themselves. I would guess that it was somewhere in between those two. Afraid of what I might come to someday do, and of the things I said. I was...well, it was not until after the July Revolution that more moderate minds were able to reach me.

I did not realize it then, but I am told that I can be somewhat intense. I was a little more-so, then. We...hardly understood each other, really, and I did prove some of their fears true. I do not think we loved each other any less than any parents and children who are relatively happy but, I think, estrangements like ours were more common then.

I do not think that they were right, but they were common and no harm was done.