Marius started at that, his head snapping back to Enjolras, eyes round with surprise. For a moment nothing else mattered, not Courfeyrac's death wish nor his vexation towards Enjolras's response, but Cosette's premanent escape from the Games, that she would no longer be so close to hunger and violence and bloodshed that had never suited her kind soul.
After a few seconds he found that he had yet to respond. "Certainly."
That moment's materialization of hope and gratitude in his eyes hastily plummeted, however, once he had forced his thoughts back to the other topics of their conversation. He may never say it aloud, but he too had considered, countless times, to take his own life outside the Games, before Cosette had been summoned here, as well. Was it unkind to refuse Courfeyrac to do the same? But he did not want Courfeyrac to die.
So he turned to his friend and said, "I will not allow you to take your own life, Courfeyrac." Although, am I being selfish? "And I agree with Enjolras. There are those that we can still help, and our lives are of value as long as we can do so."
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After a few seconds he found that he had yet to respond. "Certainly."
That moment's materialization of hope and gratitude in his eyes hastily plummeted, however, once he had forced his thoughts back to the other topics of their conversation. He may never say it aloud, but he too had considered, countless times, to take his own life outside the Games, before Cosette had been summoned here, as well. Was it unkind to refuse Courfeyrac to do the same? But he did not want Courfeyrac to die.
So he turned to his friend and said, "I will not allow you to take your own life, Courfeyrac." Although, am I being selfish? "And I agree with Enjolras. There are those that we can still help, and our lives are of value as long as we can do so."