[Those wide eyes, and that question, are getting one of those patented Enjolras looks. The sort that one might get, for instance, if they brought up the glories of Empire at a meeting of republican students, or spoke about being in love at a time it was not immediately important. The look that could probably make small children cry, due to the disdain contained therin, and it is a moment before Enjolras speaks, as he's trying to formulate an answer that will not consist of screaming in Marius's face.

His hands are shaking, quite visibly so, as he attempts to contain himself, to keep his face impassive and regards Marius coolly at last, and manages to keep his voice level as he answers.]

If you wish for that darkness to reach Paris, your Cosette in time, then no, of course you need not join us. Should you change your mind, you will be welcome.

My apologies for disturbing you, Marius.