Enjolras's brows draw together slightly. "No," he says. "I can't agree."

"It may be impossible to achieve, perhaps. Or merely hindered, ignored, disdained. But not irrelevant. How could anyone's wants be irrelevant? To another, very well, that's possible, but not to his own life. Even in a maze you have some choices."

A monster, trapped since birth in a labyrinth. Of course his goals are hindered; of course his choices are limited. But still they matter. And what they are -- liberty? To be left alone? To devour people? -- matters not only broadly, but in this moment.