Enjolras considered himself lucky to have missed out on the unrequited love train, though he was not sure who among his friends he might have fallen for anyway. He did love a man who was no longer present, but it hardly counted, knowing the feelings had been returned. To live as Eponine had, as Grantaire and now Midii had spoken of...the world seemed so cruel to make it happen in that way.
Twice though. War was enough to invoke horrors where it was concerned, and Keelai... things here were insane enough, without that to puzzle out. But where hopes remained...one could lose themselves in those, for a time. Enjolras held his own hopes about Combeferre, about what they may have done in future, here, that he sometimes looked to, when he felt at his lowest. Those hazy dreams were a comfort where few things could be , sometimes.
"Rather." he agreed, idly tugging at one of his hoops. "I see the world, all of it, in new ways now that she has been here. That I've known it through her eyes. I wish I might return home with the knowledge and with time to use it. It could change more of the world itself."
Simply hearing of the ways that she had moved through the world had made Eponine seem strong, yes, even as she HAD felt inferior. Hearing of that world itself, how much worse it was than even Enjolras knew, and how any soul emerged from it...
"Eponine's done much for those who knew her too. It's funny, how I only had the chance to understand because of her...of our death. Irony can be cruel, I suppose, no?"
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Twice though. War was enough to invoke horrors where it was concerned, and Keelai... things here were insane enough, without that to puzzle out. But where hopes remained...one could lose themselves in those, for a time. Enjolras held his own hopes about Combeferre, about what they may have done in future, here, that he sometimes looked to, when he felt at his lowest. Those hazy dreams were a comfort where few things could be , sometimes.
"Rather." he agreed, idly tugging at one of his hoops. "I see the world, all of it, in new ways now that she has been here. That I've known it through her eyes. I wish I might return home with the knowledge and with time to use it. It could change more of the world itself."
Simply hearing of the ways that she had moved through the world had made Eponine seem strong, yes, even as she HAD felt inferior. Hearing of that world itself, how much worse it was than even Enjolras knew, and how any soul emerged from it...
"Eponine's done much for those who knew her too. It's funny, how I only had the chance to understand because of her...of our death. Irony can be cruel, I suppose, no?"