Enjolras has mixed feelings about reading about Javert. But the man is still alive, still able to act in Paris; Enjolras probably should read Hugo's account of him in case it contains useful information to act on now or later.

He has no desire to read Victor Hugo's speculation of the man's private life. If Javert were dead too, he wouldn't. But as it is, he has no right to allow delicacy to stand in the way of potentially learning something of use to the patriots who survived the barricade, and their brothers who fight on. He nods, just a fraction, and the underlying motivation is doubtless clear.

At Bahorel's last sentences, though, his brows draw together. This is troubling, and more than a little.

"He's in it? How so?"