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[At first there is a long pause and a bit of static, along with some whispering in the background, then a bit of a pause, some muffled French in the background, and the sound of a throat clearing, a little too loudly.]

This is Enjolras.

[This is followed by another long pause, with a bit more muffled questions and such before his voice appears further away but can still be heard.]

Is THIS how I...

This is Enjolras. I am told that you may contact me here if you have any...

BEEP!

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Enjolras?

Prouvaire?

Oh, thank God. I saw Temeraire's message and was worried.

[He might sound close to tears]

Ah.. Yes, Malicant. I ought to have informed all of you I'd returned. My apologies, Jehan.

[And the tone, as well as adressing him more informally probably do indicate, a little, that Enjolras feels badly about this. There's a moment where he's taking a breath and it seems like he wishes to say something, but it's finished with a small sigh instead. Frustration that he has no idea WHAT to tell his friend.]

I... I am quite all right. Recovered. I think. I am sorry if I gave you a scare again so soon.

You did not do it on purpose.

[A long, long pause]

I believe I have the largest suite between the four of us. I would like to open my home to all of you, should you want it.

[That? It's something Enjolras would actually rather avoid, upon consideration of the matter. It is not that he does not trust Jehan, or wish to see him after all of that, to remind himself that Jehan is alive here at least and that even though he failed his friend, and his goals in Paris, Jehan is still here, still able to write poetry and to continue leading others through that, should he choose it, but it feels selfish, in a sense, to put Jehan in that position. It feels especially selfish considering his friend had recently spent so much time helping Grantaire only to have him snatched away, and more than that...he would not have Jehan see him in the melancholia he's let himself sink into since returning.]

I will consider that, certainly, perhaps speak to the others. Temeraire as well, do you suppose? Iskierka has enough room for herself in her suite but even so, one designed for a human would, of course, be smaller, no?

[Besides, there is a part of Enjolras that certainly feels only that what happened to him during his interview with the being of shadows was deserved. He'd condemned himself in shooting the man on the barricade, accepted it, and the pile of corpses on the other side as necessary sacrifices for which he must, in the end, pay necessary penance and did not, does not regret it now. How is it that he cannot accept what was granted him for committing such crimes as those, and the crime of not allowing the three of his men he had earmarked as needed in the future to walk from the barricade with their lives in hand, to fight harder another day, direct the course of the next great revolution when it came?]

[ To be seen while he is in the state Malicant left him with is a moment of weakness, indicating that he either does not feel he deserved the judgement that came down to him. or that he regrets receiving it. Either means he finds himself above the law of revolution, of the barricade, and certainly it is not the case. Allowing himself to seek comfort for this matter of dispensed justice? Certainly he cannot do such and still continue in acceptance so... He will continue alone, for now, or perhaps with Combeferre when they speak again, but even that has caused him to hold back. He is not worthy of such things as that, surely, and wills himself not to take now, no matter that going on alone is painful to him now.]

If Temeraire would like to stay with me, I could easily leave my windows open for him. Sadly, I cannot make my apartment large enough for a dragon.

I somehow did not quite think so. [And that's Enjolras trying to use a wry tone and be funny. And it's really not working for him.] I will see what the others wish to do then, shall I?

If you'd like. I am serious, Enjolras. Should you feel...overwhelmed, my apartment is open to you.

Of course you are, Jehan. I could never doubt that . Thank you. I do mean it.

[The voice is polite, and polished.]

Bonsoir, Monsieur. My name is Monet Saint-Croix, of X-Factor Investigations. We've only recently arrived here in Keeliai, would you mind answering a few questions regarding your encounter with the enemy?

Of course.

Would you prefer to meet somewhere we could discuss this or is it better here?

I'd prefer meeting somewhere, if you don't mind. We don't know who's listening.

That IS a good thought, yes.

I am in the Wood Sector. There is a cafe nearby that is very good for this sort of meeting, perhaps?

I'd be amenable. What time?

The mornings seem the quietest, if you would like? More room to speak and think, I believe.

Breakfast, at nine tomorrow?

That would be ideal.

[And insert directions here!]

Following the path of orange soil toward the sunlit clouds, come to the red
embers lighting the sapphire tides. The violet ore feeds the roots of the
viridian trees. Breathe deep to find the pause within your core, and meditate
upon your needs in the appointed time and place so they may be real to you.

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