“And very wise of you to say,” Combeferre said, inclining his head. “You are right, of course. I should look into it.” Perhaps politics would never have the same sort of power here that it had at home, but he could still better the lives of others. And he could just imagine the way Enjolras would chide him, if he knew how idle Combeferre had been.
And yet, nothing would ever hold the power that his work in Paris had, or soothe his guilt at having been snatched away just as he was needed most, or fill the gap left by his friends.
That wasn’t what he wanted to think about tonight, though. Not in such lovely company, not in such a comforting presence. Sybil certainly made him feel as though he might, perhaps, find a path of some sort for himself here. “You have mentioned your family a number of times,” he said, switching topics entirely. “I would very much like to hear more about them."
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Date: 2013-11-19 02:43 am (UTC)And yet, nothing would ever hold the power that his work in Paris had, or soothe his guilt at having been snatched away just as he was needed most, or fill the gap left by his friends.
That wasn’t what he wanted to think about tonight, though. Not in such lovely company, not in such a comforting presence. Sybil certainly made him feel as though he might, perhaps, find a path of some sort for himself here. “You have mentioned your family a number of times,” he said, switching topics entirely. “I would very much like to hear more about them."