"Better than they are." Enjolras laughs at that, because, really, what else IS there to do but laugh at a statement like that. It's so idealistic and determined and probably bound to fail. That said, though. "I've never been one to turn down an idealistic goal when the outcome is right. So becoming better than they are, and situating ourselves somewhere in between. I suppose, given that we take the chances we are given, and make some of our own, we could have something there."

"I have a friend with terrible luck, or karma as it were. Had, I suppose. Bossuet was here, a little while. He said much the same. That he learned to look at it with good humor and not to let it bother him so much. There is a lesson to be learned in that." He shrugs too, because it's hardly the issue at hand. "I suppose some things are laughed off easier than others are, though. And good timing. They will never suspect a thing, now, will they?"

His grin brightens as he turns to follow Sokka. Celebrations can wait a bit, until they are in position to take care of their own. For now, there is working toward it, instead. To planning then!