"Yes, of course," Jehan says, his faint smile broadening, "though most injustices would be less dire if all in the inn could and did easily leave, and spend no more time than they wished there. But when one can't leave...that drives home the necessity of justice, and of building a society to make justice a reality."

He sighs, as Enjolras talks of their own world. All other worlds are at their fingertips. But their own France, their own Paris, are as out of reach as shapes in mist. "I will not. It does not compare, I can't deny that."