"Perhaps," Enjolras says, doing his best to at least try and appease his new acquaintance. After all, it hadn't been his intention in the slightest to offend Chris. "But I think that there is a difference between surviving a limited instance and enduring a way of life."

He pauses, looking up to study the man's face. There is a delicate way to say these things, and he's never been much good at considering the feelings of others. "For as much as I find problems with the Capitol, you at least have properly running water, and the medicine is far more advanced here than anything I could have ever hoped to see. Progress, it seems, is an unsteady march."