Indeed. If we are meant to be kept off guard by whatever force is bringing us here, whether it is Empire sanctioned or not, I suppose that letting us know so that we might make plans IS far too much.
[He should make plans, he thinks, absently. Just in case of anything. He does not intend to vanish entirely again, but even so. His effects, the things along those lines... Enjolras makes a mental note to fill Combeferre in on what to do with those, as unsettling as discussing it IS.
It is less unsettling than the matter of that death though.]
Man is born free and everywhere he is in chains. Someone who I admire greatly said as such. I would have hoped it was a matter of our world alone, that we might work to eliminate those chains as his work proposed, but it seems that the chains here are, though invisible, much more tangible indeed.
And yes, complacency that we will be content in repeating the cycle for eternity perhaps. The longer we grow used to it, the more we fuel the future generations for the same...There ARE some children here. I fear what they are learning from this.
Indeed, they learn they have no choice, as some others do now. For those who are not able to try taking or making it, those of us who have the chance to stand up, should.
[Ah, opening his heart to darkness...Enjolras knows of that moment too well. He stepped up and he did so because it was necessary, every time, in the service of something greater than his soul, but it has taken much for him to regain such, especially after his reminder a few months ago.]
I do not think that my cause lost its light, nor that my friends who stood for it were crushed by shadows when we died, but they did sacrifice for it, certainly. There are more things to be crushed than the body and we did not find those dying with us. Though yes, one must be careful.
[Saint-Just again, he thinks, his finger going to his earring which he touches, briefly, to remind him that while taking the man's wisdom and his spirit as an inspiration, he comes ever too close to his follies as well. That is why he has and needs les amis now, and any others who can keep him grounded now.
And ah, he ought to introduce himself.]
My name is Enjolras. I do not think I said before. I will do what I must here, as I can.
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[He should make plans, he thinks, absently. Just in case of anything. He does not intend to vanish entirely again, but even so. His effects, the things along those lines... Enjolras makes a mental note to fill Combeferre in on what to do with those, as unsettling as discussing it IS.
It is less unsettling than the matter of that death though.]
Man is born free and everywhere he is in chains. Someone who I admire greatly said as such. I would have hoped it was a matter of our world alone, that we might work to eliminate those chains as his work proposed, but it seems that the chains here are, though invisible, much more tangible indeed.
And yes, complacency that we will be content in repeating the cycle for eternity perhaps. The longer we grow used to it, the more we fuel the future generations for the same...There ARE some children here. I fear what they are learning from this.
Indeed, they learn they have no choice, as some others do now. For those who are not able to try taking or making it, those of us who have the chance to stand up, should.
[Ah, opening his heart to darkness...Enjolras knows of that moment too well. He stepped up and he did so because it was necessary, every time, in the service of something greater than his soul, but it has taken much for him to regain such, especially after his reminder a few months ago.]
I do not think that my cause lost its light, nor that my friends who stood for it were crushed by shadows when we died, but they did sacrifice for it, certainly. There are more things to be crushed than the body and we did not find those dying with us. Though yes, one must be careful.
[Saint-Just again, he thinks, his finger going to his earring which he touches, briefly, to remind him that while taking the man's wisdom and his spirit as an inspiration, he comes ever too close to his follies as well. That is why he has and needs les amis now, and any others who can keep him grounded now.
And ah, he ought to introduce himself.]
My name is Enjolras. I do not think I said before. I will do what I must here, as I can.