"It is unconscionable." Enjolras completed the thought for him, not happily, but with a certain assurance of their accord. It was good to find someone who held a similar perspective to his own. Left in the Capitol with the others fighting, he so frequently felt like the one sane man in a madhouse, or conversely like the one invalid being nursed.

"Do you fight?" He asked suddenly, redirecting them from the morbidity threatening to overcome the conversation. "You asked me if I did and I should like to know your answer to the same question."