Enjolras blinks, and almost laughs as the spoon taps back. The amusement is welcome given the nature of the conversation.
"Roma then, and I beg your pardon, Monsieur. One cannot blame a people that has been badly treated for not trusting. A dog that is kicked will bite, and people that have been starved will steal and have been cast out will strike back. It is the way of nature and nothing more. It doesn't make anyone cursed or damned."
He knows that many of his day would disagree with him, but he's never cared much about that.
"I want to understand." he says resolutely. He tries to catch the spoon as it circles. Then he smirks again. "I might have done better in China. I did not do so well here."
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"Roma then, and I beg your pardon, Monsieur. One cannot blame a people that has been badly treated for not trusting. A dog that is kicked will bite, and people that have been starved will steal and have been cast out will strike back. It is the way of nature and nothing more. It doesn't make anyone cursed or damned."
He knows that many of his day would disagree with him, but he's never cared much about that.
"I want to understand." he says resolutely. He tries to catch the spoon as it circles. Then he smirks again. "I might have done better in China. I did not do so well here."