[Enjolras considers Temeraire for a moment, noting the silence, and, well...it can only be obvious, even to him, what this is about.]
You must miss him terribly. With any degree of luck, at the end of this, you will see him again.
[He had not known the man well himself, but had still been shocked at his absence all the same, the suddenness of it. The thought that at the end of this, they may all go home is god at least, in that particular case, he thinks, offering a sympathetic smile.]
I CAN see that point being made, I suppose. I would argue there is no time like the present to begin a fight, of course, but, as Combeferre would have it, they must happen in the right times. If conditions were as right as they were in eighteen thirty, and in eighteen thirty two, I most certainly would.
But nonetheless, I think that something might have been done at the time, and there are always means of fighting for a cause, even if we do not jump to the largest, most potentially explosive ones at once. These things take time, certainly, but...
[And have a small bit of an eyedart there.]
There are of course, smaller things that one might do, as they begin to gather support. I have been fighting myself since I was young...thirteen or so, I believe, but in ways other than in picking up the gun.
Do you know the British poet, Byron? He told us that the pen is mightier than the sword, and for most of the time that I was fighting, that was true, and made for a much better weapon in what it managed to gain the cause. Perhaps, when it comes to the injustices that you yourself are facing something of the like may be useful to you. They will print much of anything, so long as there is payment for it, after all.
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[Enjolras considers Temeraire for a moment, noting the silence, and, well...it can only be obvious, even to him, what this is about.]
You must miss him terribly. With any degree of luck, at the end of this, you will see him again.
[He had not known the man well himself, but had still been shocked at his absence all the same, the suddenness of it. The thought that at the end of this, they may all go home is god at least, in that particular case, he thinks, offering a sympathetic smile.]
I CAN see that point being made, I suppose. I would argue there is no time like the present to begin a fight, of course, but, as Combeferre would have it, they must happen in the right times. If conditions were as right as they were in eighteen thirty, and in eighteen thirty two, I most certainly would.
But nonetheless, I think that something might have been done at the time, and there are always means of fighting for a cause, even if we do not jump to the largest, most potentially explosive ones at once. These things take time, certainly, but...
[And have a small bit of an eyedart there.]
There are of course, smaller things that one might do, as they begin to gather support. I have been fighting myself since I was young...thirteen or so, I believe, but in ways other than in picking up the gun.
Do you know the British poet, Byron? He told us that the pen is mightier than the sword, and for most of the time that I was fighting, that was true, and made for a much better weapon in what it managed to gain the cause. Perhaps, when it comes to the injustices that you yourself are facing something of the like may be useful to you. They will print much of anything, so long as there is payment for it, after all.