Jehan is all too aware of his own conspicuousness, both the chosen and the not, and how it ties into brutalities far worse than what he's endured himself.

"Yes," he says, "but it--" He laughs a little, knowing he will sound childish. "It ought not to be. It's absurd enough to put one man above another when all can see their bodies are made from the same clay, their minds are aware and think and feel, but when all can see their souls! How much more ridiculously cruel. Or so it seems to me." Jehan sighs again, and shakes his head. "You're right, at root it's the same. But each society has its own self-justifications, its own excuses for injustice, its own mechanisms for enforcing it. What would those be in a society with daemons? I can think of many possibilities, but I don't have a clear notion. Do you remember, or have a guess?"

He's aware that Enjolras isn't the likeliest candidate for whimsical speculation, but he's curious nonetheless.