The light illuminates her face in red, gold, and pale blue. Ten months ago, the sudden burst of sound and light would've sent him immediately back to the barricade, but now it's almost commonplace. The Capitol cares little for post traumatic stress, and even if they did, he wouldn't have wanted their pity.

"Alright. I intend to ask him about the people of his District. I need to know if everything we are seeing here is genuine." Enjolras' voice is quiet, increasingly aware that they're never truly alone. It would be like the Capitol to send their most rebellious Victor to a District where rebellion might not be encouraged, but isn't squelched outright. It would be like the Capitol to taunt him with hope for change and then watch malicious as he burns himself out, taking a few foolishly disloyal Tributes with him. He can't miscalculate again, he won't. He won't make Venus pay for his mistakes the way Courfeyrac already had once. "I would like to ask Marius as well, and maybe Éponine, but that will be more difficult."

There's a particularly large explosion, a million tiny fragments of light bursting for seconds before they fade into the darkness. It's followed by another volley of smaller explosions, clearly building up to some sort of finale. He leans in close to her, so that he can catch her thoughts between the fits of sound. Hopefully, this looks to all the world like a happy couple enjoying a small, romantic moment between obligatory exchanges of party smalltalk. Even though he knows Venus has done the same to him countless times, Enjolras feels guilty using her this way.