Enjolras's jaw sets briefly with impatience, before he pushes the sentiment back. He doesn't look over at Grantaire.

"If you're telling the truth, little human," rumbles the Minotaur -- who, though shorter than Enjolras, is admittedly much broader -- "then you're the only one who would say so."

"Am I?" returns Enjolras, immediately and without a shadow of the uncertain skepticism which colored the Minotaur's words. "Or have you not given any others the chance to see that you would be their brother in turn? A man who calls himself a king sends you people to kill -- sets guards at the door -- wants you at odds with all humanity, but why should you do what such a tyrant wishes?"