"Destiny is a rather grand way of putting it," he scoffed bitterly, but let the topic drop nonetheless. They were right, of course. This was neither the time nor the place for such a discussion. French would afford them only so much privacy within the Capitol, and certainly not in a very public, very crowded establishment.
"Have you considered strategy within the Arena? Outside of protecting your wife?" The question was directed at Marius, but his eyes lingered on Courfeyrac. What would his friend do? For his part, Enjolras had never put himself into that position with Marius and Cosette. Perhaps it had been selfish, maybe even cruel, but he had preferred solitude within the Arenas. The transient meetings between friends or allies was more than enough human contact for him, and it kept the potential more regrettable confrontations to a minimum. Besides which, everyone was to die anyway, in the end. There was a certain inevitability to it that was comforting, at least from the outside.
"The Arenas are, in my experience, outdoors, although I have heard that they change the layout with some regularity. To keep people from simply running off, there is a force field --an invisible fence, of sorts-- that you cannot pass through. It will hurt if you try, this I know well. It glints in the light, almost like a thin layer of ice on pavement, or very clean glass. I recommend you find it, and move around the periphery of the area." Avoidance, and constant movement. That would be the best way to keep them out of trouble, Enjolras figured. "If you stay too much in one place, a group of three or more will be found. If you stay too near the Cornucopia, you will be killed."
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"Have you considered strategy within the Arena? Outside of protecting your wife?" The question was directed at Marius, but his eyes lingered on Courfeyrac. What would his friend do? For his part, Enjolras had never put himself into that position with Marius and Cosette. Perhaps it had been selfish, maybe even cruel, but he had preferred solitude within the Arenas. The transient meetings between friends or allies was more than enough human contact for him, and it kept the potential more regrettable confrontations to a minimum. Besides which, everyone was to die anyway, in the end. There was a certain inevitability to it that was comforting, at least from the outside.
"The Arenas are, in my experience, outdoors, although I have heard that they change the layout with some regularity. To keep people from simply running off, there is a force field --an invisible fence, of sorts-- that you cannot pass through. It will hurt if you try, this I know well. It glints in the light, almost like a thin layer of ice on pavement, or very clean glass. I recommend you find it, and move around the periphery of the area." Avoidance, and constant movement. That would be the best way to keep them out of trouble, Enjolras figured. "If you stay too much in one place, a group of three or more will be found. If you stay too near the Cornucopia, you will be killed."