[That's the last thing Elizabeth expected him to say.]
[She stops walking and stares at him, wide-eyed. Before Finkton, Elizabeth would have been entirely swept off her feet. Her own Enjolras, standing right there. But it isn't as romantic as she'd thought, she knows that now. She'd seen people screaming and beating at the bars of a prison, people lined up to be shot, children with guns to their heads--]
What were you fighting for? [She's looking right at Gai, but she's seeing something else.]
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[She stops walking and stares at him, wide-eyed. Before Finkton, Elizabeth would have been entirely swept off her feet. Her own Enjolras, standing right there. But it isn't as romantic as she'd thought, she knows that now. She'd seen people screaming and beating at the bars of a prison, people lined up to be shot, children with guns to their heads--]
What were you fighting for? [She's looking right at Gai, but she's seeing something else.]