"Oh certainly not. We've been lucky enough here to avoid attracting humanity's, let alone wherever one would file this. Is it?"
He studied Sokka with interest there. He'd known his fellow turtle-parent had done fighting of his own, but they'd not talked about those experiences with any length before.
"I can certainly hope that your success lends us a bit of luck, then. The last large fight I was a part of, my barricade fell and my lieutenants and I, and our volunteers all died. But for one man, at least. I should say we were triumphant enough in the legacy we left behind us, but even so...it would not be the best of odds for this.
Of course, the time before that one, when I was not quite in charge of more than myself and my men, the lot of us throughout the city managed to overtake it, and the King and Parliament stole our revolution so, my luck in general, if we go back track records, is less than impressive. They say the third time is the charm. I can only hope they are right. " And then he paused, looking a bit thoughtful.
"I have quite often wondered who 'they' are meant to be or represent."
Ah yes, the needles. Exactly. Enjolras bites his lip at the question, tugs at one of his earrings and nods grimly. "Rather. I am told they are varying degrees of painful, depending upon what one puts into them and the sort of needle used, but I suppose if it is necessary..." He shakes his head there, looking a little horrified.
"I've had my veins sliced open and been bleed when my doctor friends thought it necessary but this seems...different somehow. I am not certain I entirely approve. I will do it, of course, but I do not approve." At all.
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He studied Sokka with interest there. He'd known his fellow turtle-parent had done fighting of his own, but they'd not talked about those experiences with any length before.
"I can certainly hope that your success lends us a bit of luck, then. The last large fight I was a part of, my barricade fell and my lieutenants and I, and our volunteers all died. But for one man, at least. I should say we were triumphant enough in the legacy we left behind us, but even so...it would not be the best of odds for this.
Of course, the time before that one, when I was not quite in charge of more than myself and my men, the lot of us throughout the city managed to overtake it, and the King and Parliament stole our revolution so, my luck in general, if we go back track records, is less than impressive. They say the third time is the charm. I can only hope they are right. " And then he paused, looking a bit thoughtful.
"I have quite often wondered who 'they' are meant to be or represent."
Ah yes, the needles. Exactly. Enjolras bites his lip at the question, tugs at one of his earrings and nods grimly. "Rather. I am told they are varying degrees of painful, depending upon what one puts into them and the sort of needle used, but I suppose if it is necessary..." He shakes his head there, looking a little horrified.
"I've had my veins sliced open and been bleed when my doctor friends thought it necessary but this seems...different somehow. I am not certain I entirely approve. I will do it, of course, but I do not approve." At all.