"I am not so self-important as to assume you were drawn into this because of me. Our relationship is something they will surely have noticed and it may eventually become a factor, the same for my friendship with Courfeyrac, but if they wanted to debilitate me in some way, there are more efficient means that do not involve sacrificing two of their most popular entertainers." If he really lets himself stop to think about it, he's just shy of clinging to her. Enjolras purposefully does not engage in much to do with the past Arenas. There is research, and then there is masochism and outside of knowing what types of horrors they might face, there seems to be little relevant in what has come before. Part of the entertainment is manufacturing new ways in which to terrify the people of the Districts. If they rely upon what's come before, they can only hope to be so successful in that.

That said, even he's heard of the Quarter Quells. That had been the source of their problems, after all.

The synthetic quality to the fabric of her dress breeds an odd sort of apprehension in him. It's not the cause, of course, it's simply what's setting it off. Nevertheless, he fidgets with the collar as though brushing his fingers against it enough times will make him understand it and everything else that's about to happen to them. "Courfeyrac proved well enough that he is capable of handling himself. That said, I appreciate it. Those who have been included in this Arena are better fighters, by and large. Do not tell him I said that."