→ apping to exitvoid because there's nobody there to collect the furniture?

[cockaded]

No.

[ For a man of so many strong words he seems quite content for the moment to pour all of his ire into that one syllable. ]

I have responsibilities, I have obligations. You are a child who wishes to play at being a martyr. You have no hope of understanding or conveying the pain the people must endure before they are free. I will not go with you. I will not be made to go fumbling in the dark for your amusement. There will be no plan to let you or it or this distract me from my cause.

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[who_is]

You think you're the only one with responsibilities, boyo? These people care not for causes, not yours or mine or anyone else's. You're better off talking to a wall.

[cockaded]

The latter would be monumentally more useful. [ He has uses for walls and resources. Idly prattling girls, not so much. ]

I refuse to have my life dictated to me by someone who has yet to fight a day in their life. She is aware of that and yet she persists.

[who_is]

You know of fighting, then? [There's a tinge of disbelief in his voice.] You've spilled blood for your cause, watched others die for it? Have you fought with fire and steel, or are you the sort to use wishes and words alone?

[cockaded]

I know of bodies in the street and blood running in the gutter. [ He says it so matter-of-fact. ] But it is a price we all must pay for our freedom and one I will gladly bear.

[bonesandskin]

We all fumble in the dark for most of our lives, merely for the amusement of whatever Powers That Be. A more appropriate response tends to be lighting a fire.

Oliver kind of looks like he'd belong in the barricade with hair like that ahahah

[cockaded]

I fear it will come with a much colder fate than that. [ He grows serious. ]

Those who turn the hand of God must surely suffer for it.

He might make a cameo in my steampunk AU >.>

[bonesandskin]

Light it in your soul, mate. Burn it up and smoke them out.

[His own seriousness is tempered by a knowing calm.]

If a true God exists, he surely holds his cards closer to his chest than this man's candle can see.

yeeeeeeeees, good.

[cockaded]

Than any man's light, indeed. [ What God has in store, Enjolras does not now and nor does he want to. He knows his cause and it brings more warmth than any fire, more light than he needs. He will hold true to that. ]

But they are not Gods and they should not be left to play as one.

[avotresante]

Missing the bit where we are all merely children playing at something.

[A drink, good sir, for your troubles. Enjoying the wine while it lasts.]

Your cause may be in temporary need of shifting, it seems.

[cockaded]

I have never swayed and I do not intend to.

[ Then, a nod to the bottle.] Though swayed you may be.

[avotresante]

I am more swaying, to be frank, though there seems not far to swing with one such as myself, as I dare say you might agree.

[Another drink for good measure.] Have you a plan, then, for how best to hold thine aim true?

[2point1seconds]

I am afraid it does little good to argue with your mundane. They will do as they please no matter how much you protest.

[cockaded]

Their oppressive nature rallies against my own. To protest is my given right.

[2point1seconds]

[Aya tilts her head as she thinks about this. This man would make a good Green Lantern.]

And yet protesting will do you no good. You will go to this place whether you wish it or not because your mundane wills it. We are but puppets to them.

Perhaps it would be better to redirect your energies of protest to something that will show results?

[wont]

[ Though Enjolras seems quite unhappy to go, Alayne is more than happy to see him in this predicament. Call it cruel or selfish, but is not for her own sake, but for Marius'. ]

The people of the Charon deserve to be free. Will you not help them? Is that not a worthy cause?

[cockaded]

A cause as true to me as my own.

[ It is not just the people of France who deserve freedom, but people everywhere. Why stop with one big step? Why hover on the brink of something great? And yet it makes his mood dark, his expression twisting so. ] The people need a leader. I know of France for her blood runs in my blood and her voice is my voice. Of this new place I cannot say the same.

[wont]

The ship breeds fear and fear divides all people — whether they be of the sea or the stars or your beloved France.

I am certain there are leaders among us, though I have yet to hear a single voice rise above the rest. I do not blame them; tyrants loathe rebellion. And the Project Head — he is, no doubt, a tyrant.

[youwillbe]

A choice in the matter, we seldom have. Do what we must, we shall.

[cockaded]

What I must is return to the citizens of Paris.

[youwillbe]

Easy to say that is. Doing, the challenge is.

[bonapartist]

In a place such as that, choice itself is but an illusion.

Were it in my power I would do much to save you from it my friend.

[cockaded]

Were it in my power you would not have to save me from anything, Marius.

[ The story ends and yet it doesn't, Enjolras has no need for protection. ] Is it true what they say? Are the people so afraid?

[bonapartist]

[ He can see where this is going. Anyone who has met a man such as Enjolras once in their lives could see where this was going. ]

They have good reason to be. They are faced with oppression that is not from this earth.

I know that it is difficult to believe.

[misjudge]

Has anyone ever told you you're kind of intense?

[cockaded]

It has been said and will be again.