"I suppose we all can." It wasn't a lack of sympathy for her condition, but rather the way in which she had expressed it. In a certain sense, Felicity reminded him of Eponine. Brave, but lacking in proper judgment, and bold, but with a sort of entitlement that reduced its usefulness. "We are granted a unique perspective on death, here, the lot of us. I don't suppose it is something anyone was ever truly intended to know."

There were existential questions raised by the act of dying and being revived every few weeks. One could spend ages mulling them over, if he were only to let himself. However, in Enjolras' opinion, their true problems lay less in the metaphysical dilemmas of life and death, and far more in their perpetual civil death as essential slaves of an a tyrannical government. "Nevertheless, it is good to know that you are making the rounds, my friend. The more you are known to these people, the easier a time you will have within the Arena."