Enjolras listened to that with his eyes wide. "I learnt a small bit of healing magic from some monks here, but nothing of the like." He thinks back to the hospital, when he'd been helping, after the explosions. To think that someone could be treated with such little pain for them at the time, and the medication to soothe such things will HELP. And then the mention of the rest of it.

"The study of how we've evolved you mean?" That was an interesting territory to Enjolras. He'd been raised a Catholic, and though he'd questioned the church on more things than not, questioned God more often than not, the idea of man changing according to science, instead of to some divine virtue was a little strange, and a bit beyond him. How he wished Combeferre were here for this discussion. He'd have known so much more to contribute to that.

"Such a world." He said, instead, impressed. "Even through the darkest night, illumination has her day. Maybe THAT is proof enough that things here are worth trying to rebuild in and of themselves. I'd hoped to establish a news service here. Enough of what is essential to the process should be here."