Dante had never concerned himself with human politics for exactly this reason. His job was to kill those that might cause an upset in the balance of power in the first place. Otherwise, live and let live, he supposed. But right now, these gangs were not letting him live, and that was a problem.

He nodded to Enjolras, and made his way out the door. The second they left, he turned back, with the same unflinching flippancy. "Well, this is going to be one fun reunion, if this is how they see us."