Enjolras regards him silently, listening, as he speaks.
Then he reaches out to grasp Combeferre's hand in both of his.
"No."
"It may be possible. But we won't do that."
It's more extreme than the other, in its way. If it's a choice between those two sins, Enjolras will make that choice without blinking.
Combeferre is voicing it for the same reason as always: an option, once thought of, must be mentioned, argued out, examined under the clean bright light of day, even if it will inevitably be rejected. Intellectual honesty demands no less. But sometimes that examination can be done very swiftly.
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Then he reaches out to grasp Combeferre's hand in both of his.
"No."
"It may be possible. But we won't do that."
It's more extreme than the other, in its way. If it's a choice between those two sins, Enjolras will make that choice without blinking.
Combeferre is voicing it for the same reason as always: an option, once thought of, must be mentioned, argued out, examined under the clean bright light of day, even if it will inevitably be rejected. Intellectual honesty demands no less. But sometimes that examination can be done very swiftly.