Enjolras focuses on the spoon while he speaks, seemingly fascinated in the push back. He removes his finger, then taps the spoon firmly.
"I know they try to run Gypsies out of Paris. They say they steal things, but I always thought that if they were treated decently and allowed to work and live, they'd be as honest as the rest of us."
His brows knit. The numbers seem too big to swallow.
"I'd dreamed of progress, and of a world where such things were impossible. I dreamed of a better future... now you tell me it's grown even worse. I don't know what to make of it."
He takes a breath and still focuses on toying on the spoon.
"Psychic? Like fortune tellers? No, I don't think that is what I do now. I... why doesn't it work on you? I'm sorry. I know I sound like a fool I just don't understand this place."
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"I know they try to run Gypsies out of Paris. They say they steal things, but I always thought that if they were treated decently and allowed to work and live, they'd be as honest as the rest of us."
His brows knit. The numbers seem too big to swallow.
"I'd dreamed of progress, and of a world where such things were impossible. I dreamed of a better future... now you tell me it's grown even worse. I don't know what to make of it."
He takes a breath and still focuses on toying on the spoon.
"Psychic? Like fortune tellers? No, I don't think that is what I do now. I... why doesn't it work on you? I'm sorry. I know I sound like a fool I just don't understand this place."