"Did you find me so broken?" There is a tightness to his shoulders and his tone is clipped. "They are a great loss. They are good men all, and the world is diminished without them. And yet, while I honor their voices and sacrifice, it is their own choice, not mine."

"I say again, do I seem that broken? I assure..."

Then, the question. Enjolras' hand flies to the mark on his neck. He remembers how he'd been cool collared like an animal and it burns him.

He's stricken, looking down at the table, his hand on his neck.