Bossuet holds his gaze a moment and nods. He's come to too many possible conclusions for any great peace of mind--but it can wait. This isn't the dear old Musain, where they could pin whatever they liked to the walls and shout about Bonaparte.

"Well. I'm in no state--and no world?--to knock over a throne by myself just now. Suppose a man had been told by a doctor to lie down and not exert himself. Where would he go?" He divides the question equally between Enjolras and Gavroche.