"Ah, but then we must get at the definition of what is municipally approved, and if something of that designation actually serves truth and justice, in its truest sense." It's again rapid fire, not unpleasant, but with a delicate sort of irony. The more time Enjolras spends in the Capitol, the more time he has to refine the Socratic techniques. Questions, ever more questions, until his opponents errors, or blatant excesses become abundantly clear. As he speaks, his hands fly across the touch-screen, searching for signs of Courfeyrac, Venus, Marius and Cosette, Cinderella, and Pruna. "Would you say that what benefits the people of Panem is what is then municipally approved? Would you not say that what is kept from the public is kept from them for their own protection?"

He's dividing his attention between Cecil and the screen, glancing up every so often to get a read on the man's expression before diving back into his search. At last, Enjolras lands on Courfeyrac. He has a girl with him, she seems young but looks hard. Abruptly he's reminded of Little Rock and his first Arena. With any luck, this girl will be as good an ally. "In that sense, there is a nobility to the deception, but it is still a deception. We can ignore it, if you would like, as I am more interested in how decisions are made about the public good than what is actually deemed good for the public."