There's no need, really, to discuss the matter further, unless Combeferre has more details worth sharing; and there's time enough for that. Here, in this moment of silent fraternity, in the sun-soaked Milliways morning, there's space to think of a happier France, of friends alive and dreams realized, a citizenry freed.

Once, Enjolras quietly hated Milliways. No longer. Now he has friends here; now, there are gifts like this, a visit to another Paris, and friends to share that joy with beyond death.

"Have you told the others?"