It COULD be worth checking on the network too, though Enjolras is not sure how to approach that, given the report was quite anonymous. It feels wrong, in a sense. But he WOULD rather know he's on the right track. Something to think about, anyway.

"There is something to that, I suppose." He agrees, nodding. "Moreso the ones who have definitely left besides someone like Taraja at least." He adds, smiling and making a mental note to try and check on her later. Sometimes he can feel her more than others. "It's strange. There was that festival last year. I spoke to a few people who had not managed to be sent here with the rest of my friends, and one who was here a little while. We...settled things, oddly enough, but it was..." He shakes his head.

"Perhaps it is as you say, yes. For some, I think only of their deaths. I know that they all wished to be there, fighting as we did, but still. The loss was greater than we'd planned." He'd known, they all had, that they might not make it through, but all o them? That had not been expected. "How strange, when there are so many good ones too. I do, though." He adds, noting the active verb there, and nodding as his smile becomes softer.

"Perhaps someday I might do him justice. I am not so sure my editor always thought that of my work, but he did get me a weekly space..."