Enjolras has never been quiet about his past, and now is definitely not the time to begin being that. Instead, he's allowing himself, just a moment, to slip a bit from the tight constraints he's held himself to so far here, and to think of Paris, all the heat, the scent of powder on the air, Bahorel collapsing just like that, Prouvaire's words demanding that the future live on, a smile from Courfeyrac, Combeferre's hand on his shoulder, the words Long Live The Peoples! etched into a wall, even Grantaire's final decision and declaration that he was one of them. He's smiling, as they rush through, taking the moment to thank, and to exist with each of his brothers, before he's clarifying the statement.
"The National Guard called it an Insurrection. Both sides of it were right." He adds, a hand sliding to an earring briefly, then back down again. "They killed nearly all of them before I was ready to give in, but for one of them, as I said, and I suppose, at home, we've been billed as either idiot students wanting to change the world, or terrorists of some sort." He shrugged at that, not quite admitting or denying anything when it came to those statements. It was only that sometimes, when there were no sane or simple options left, violence became the only alternative.
"True." He agrees. "And it stands against the day, whenever it is, that I am recalled to home, after as well." He's fine with leaving that behind if nothing else. "I take it your experiences add up quite a bit to this."
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Enjolras has never been quiet about his past, and now is definitely not the time to begin being that. Instead, he's allowing himself, just a moment, to slip a bit from the tight constraints he's held himself to so far here, and to think of Paris, all the heat, the scent of powder on the air, Bahorel collapsing just like that, Prouvaire's words demanding that the future live on, a smile from Courfeyrac, Combeferre's hand on his shoulder, the words Long Live The Peoples! etched into a wall, even Grantaire's final decision and declaration that he was one of them. He's smiling, as they rush through, taking the moment to thank, and to exist with each of his brothers, before he's clarifying the statement.
"The National Guard called it an Insurrection. Both sides of it were right." He adds, a hand sliding to an earring briefly, then back down again. "They killed nearly all of them before I was ready to give in, but for one of them, as I said, and I suppose, at home, we've been billed as either idiot students wanting to change the world, or terrorists of some sort." He shrugged at that, not quite admitting or denying anything when it came to those statements. It was only that sometimes, when there were no sane or simple options left, violence became the only alternative.
"True." He agrees. "And it stands against the day, whenever it is, that I am recalled to home, after as well." He's fine with leaving that behind if nothing else. "I take it your experiences add up quite a bit to this."