I know that one of them, the man I died with, faced a good deal of hardship when he was here with us. He was so ill, and sick, and badly used by the world and seemed to have little peace here. I know that it was better that he vanish when he did. It was not long after I came here. I would have liked to speak to him of many things but I know for his sake it is better he does not wake again. Perhaps some of the others too. Though I miss them, I wonder if it is not selfish to want them here, instead of at peace. It is something I wonder for, truly.

[They could be an easily replenished army, Enjolras supposes. The idea that they immediately bound back from death, and that it could go on forever comes to mind here and he hates it.]

Knowledge has a power. You would like my Etienne. I think he would agree with you. Along with teaching. He has ever been our teacher, and our guide to the wonders of the world we might otherwise miss. I think that he knows everything and would impart it if he could, perhaps to gift that power onto others.

[And then Yaha is speaking of his friend, so Enjolras is falling respectfully silent, considering that story of the general who seems so much like les amis that he has to like the man, although they have not met.]

Ah yes, a start. The smallest thing can spark a revolution, or a riot, or any other call for change. Perhaps there is something to be said for taking the first steps there, and I would do it gladly, but it is nothing I alone can do I suppose is my meaning. Starting things before we leave our worlds. That is good. It is needed, I think. Perhaps even here, though I've had no signs that it is necessary yet.