"I suppose some of us do." Enjolras nods. "I...did not always. Lately, even. The end of the war was difficult." It had been almost a year since then, he realized, surprised. "I've...done quite a lot of nothing, lately." he added, feeling, almost, like this was a confession.

"Maybe that can change. I'd like it to, if I can find that within me." And then, something else occurred to him.

"I know someone who I think would love to meet you." His thoughts turned to Taraja, who he'd talked to about these harder things, from time to time, when she'd grown up a bit. "If we are ever in the same time and place as the hatchling...as the children of Asti, anyway."