Courfeyrac's attention snapped back to Marius. He caught the low tone in his voice, that stark alarm bell that was ringing. It suddenly occurred to him as well that their conversation would be monitored, especially considering how "popular" his compatriots were, being the most recent Victor and the very public bridegroom. Of course the Capitol would be watching.

Eyes fixed on Marius still, he spoke to Enjolras, "We should discuss this in depth. When it is safer. We we are not on the eve of destiny."

It wasn't the destiny he wanted, nor was it one he could embrace, but destiny was destiny regardless. He was fated to die in the Arena, and die he would.