"Yes," he says somewhat absently, and then again, "Yes. It's a skill for a certain kind of purpose, isn't it. Fighting--no, well, that's too easy to say, it's for killing. And when it isn't our world that's--you can't call it a necessity--"

He pushes both his hands through his hair, shaking his head, and comes up from the position with a truly apologetic smile for Enjolras. "I'm sorry. I'm--mmh. Enjolras--Enjolras, you don't think that Poland is a, an isolated interest? Do you?"