"And to what end?" The question is dry, curious, a continuation of his analytic tone. That is the most salient question, isn't it? If the ills of Panem are intended to promote the greatest overall good, what is that good? Enjolras doubts Chris has ever really considered it for himself, the the lack of examination does not make the question unworthy of being asked.

He shuffles again, turning his focus from the man in front of him to the towel resting limply, tucked under his arm. What are they all to do, honestly, if such things remain unexamined? To Enjolras, such an event would seem despairing indeed.