They COULD at that. Grantaire had been amused by them enough times, as well as irritated, and had made that clear to an often exasperated-with-him-leader's face. Enjolras, especially, perhaps, had the tendency among others. Although being here had helped him to step down a little, from the summit of a barricade, there were moments still, when he saw only what things could be viewed from that great height, the ideal of human civilization, the true republic of men, and the things necessary to get to it, the great injustices to be overturned to protect that ideal instead of the day to day steps involved in getting there.

And, sometimes, he still did sound quite a bit...well.


Enjolras noted the kedan's pause, and he could chalk it up to the things that had happened to them in the year's time everyone had been away. Remarkable, still, that it had, and not something he would have changed for the world.

"We did rather vanish on you." Enjolras had to agree, frowning at the way it must have looked, and felt to them. Challenging, but not difficult. It helped to know, actually, that things had felt that way. Perhaps the foreigners had had more difficulties in terms of fathoming what to do, and that was part of the problem. Not a thought he would de-value anyway. "That does make sense, from your perspective, worrying as I imagine it could have been."