We were overwhelmed at dawn, that is all I recall. [He knows, too, that Enjolras likely died -- they all intended to, and he recalls his own death, but thankfully not Enjolras'.]

I...[There's a curious look on his face, torn between horror and anger. He's not sure whether to be outraged or shocked or angry, in all honesty, and he puts a hand on Enjolras' shoulder to steady himself for a moment.]

I certainly hope there are -- this cannot be allowed to go on.