Enjolras meets his eyes at the gesture. It's the look of someone who's used to being hurt, and has come to expect it. He's seen it before, but he did not expect to see it here and now.
Their eyes lock, and there's a glance of recognition and sympathy, which Enjolras manages to twist into one of of respect.
"Forgive me. I should not have been should not have been so bold. I beg your pardon."
He moves back, giving the other man some space. He knows how powerful respect can be to people who have not always been shown it. And it's expressed, but not acted.
"Of course that happens. But I believed that progress was also happening; that we were on the verge of something new. In nearly two-hundred years that such evil would still exist..."
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Their eyes lock, and there's a glance of recognition and sympathy, which Enjolras manages to twist into one of of respect.
"Forgive me. I should not have been should not have been so bold. I beg your pardon."
He moves back, giving the other man some space. He knows how powerful respect can be to people who have not always been shown it. And it's expressed, but not acted.
"Of course that happens. But I believed that progress was also happening; that we were on the verge of something new. In nearly two-hundred years that such evil would still exist..."