Lucien Enjolras

Claudius takes a moment to consider the state of Enjolras, with his wine half-drunk and his adrift look, and the faint flicker of his smile. Perhaps God (he thinks wryly, because Claudius can't keep the thought away) has stopped talking to this man, too. But he has to stop making comparisons, and focus on the person in front of him.

"It's a disorienting experience," Claudius says with some sympathy. "Temeraire and I have been here the longest, and every time I think I've adjusted to this place, some fresh absurdity or bewitchment happens. How are you taking it so far?"