"Well, it was not always directly one." Enjolras might as well explain. "It was good for...quite some time, actually. There were times before the war itself kicked up into high gear." Which is technically true. "At least, until we KNEW we'd been under attack, it was very different. We had friends among the kedan, some of us. The months the war picked up were...no." He shakes his head, expression grave. "I can't think of much peace in those."

There are snatches of moments, maybe. Flights on Iskierka, talks with Midii, celebrating the hatchlings' six month birthday at the beach, bonfires. In terms of the general day to day, though? The possibility that at any moment he might fall unconscious without his will and be interrupted with a video proclaiming something horrible that had happened while they slept, or being in Malicant's clutches again... no, the awful overrides it.

"Things were good here, once, for us as well. And that, in part," Though his eyes gleam a little more than that. "But to show our contributions too. A reminder, if you will, of how they've come to be safe. A good deal of the reason there has come at our own hands." But no, not only hands. He's shaking his head good naturally a moment there.

"Or claws, or talons and paws or robotics or whatever else have you. We've done quite a lot with those, you know."