Shion would have found such warnings to fall on deaf ears, even if he had spoken up. It wasn't that Enjolras could deny the danger of so vocally holding his opinions, it was that he had nothing else. To compromise, even in terms of expression was to give up, to admit either weakness or, worse, that his opinions on the matter might not actually be sound. He had to attach himself to them as fully as was possible, to vocalize and express his discontent with every fiber of his being. Even if tangibly, practically, he could do nothing against their captors.

"I have no doubt that some of them considered the Games to be pure entertainment from the start. The taste for politics has been bred out of many of these people and they cannot be stirred because they, very simply, lack the capacity to see that they are wrong." It had been a difficult realization for him and the tension reflected in his brow. It knotted itself together, eyes falling closed briefly as he considered his thoughts. "Those who do understand the politics are more dangerous, I think. They enjoy this in ways far more wicked than those of the average sadist."