[ That’s…a good point, actually; this man looks far too bedraggled to be an Imperial lackey. But that doesn’t necessarily mean anything, Enjolras reminds himself, nails digging into his palms. He can’t be too careful.
He almost loses his temper when he’s asked if he works for the Empire. Him, one of them? The thought is almost ludicrous, to the point that it would make the rest of his crew laugh. ] I don’t ally myself with tyrants! [ Said with a bite, voice raising. Which, no, that’s not what he wants — he’s giving too much away every time he speaks. ] I work for liberty, sir, and liberty has led me here.
no subject
He almost loses his temper when he’s asked if he works for the Empire. Him, one of them? The thought is almost ludicrous, to the point that it would make the rest of his crew laugh. ] I don’t ally myself with tyrants! [ Said with a bite, voice raising. Which, no, that’s not what he wants — he’s giving too much away every time he speaks. ] I work for liberty, sir, and liberty has led me here.