Enjolras could accept the idea of others better, simply because they were in such a strange new world, and because, admittedly, of Malicant, of all things. Having been in the presence of a being like that, and the fact that other things had seemed to happen here, because of Asti in the past, or others...it caused him to reconsider.
Jean Prouvaire had spoken of the old gods and their presence at work in the world, and he'd largely tuned those out before. But here, in a place where things pointed toward the possibility, it was easier to think of. Not to worship, perhaps, though Enjolras, in his mind, had long loved and worshiped Republic of all things, and the sprit of that thing itself. Even God had taken a secondary place besides that which had blazed in front of him.
Perhaps God had had the last word after all, at times like this.
"It is, yes. I admit I often thought that we were largely on our own, to sink or swim according to what's been laid out in front of us. Someone's getting the last word in now, if that is true. ...I don't mind the possibility, of course."
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Jean Prouvaire had spoken of the old gods and their presence at work in the world, and he'd largely tuned those out before. But here, in a place where things pointed toward the possibility, it was easier to think of. Not to worship, perhaps, though Enjolras, in his mind, had long loved and worshiped Republic of all things, and the sprit of that thing itself. Even God had taken a secondary place besides that which had blazed in front of him.
Perhaps God had had the last word after all, at times like this.
"It is, yes. I admit I often thought that we were largely on our own, to sink or swim according to what's been laid out in front of us. Someone's getting the last word in now, if that is true. ...I don't mind the possibility, of course."