Lucien Enjolras

"Researching?" He's warming to his subject, now, eyes alight and smiling. "Ah, no, they are dear friends from home." He taps the books beside him. "Philosophers, poets, students of mankind and liberty. If you've a mind for philosophy, I will happily pass them over to you, as I could go on and on and bore you to tears, I'm certain." A pause, to sip at his wine, and he carefully sets it aside.

"No, I am looking into the future of my country. The young man had said that the republic my friends and I fought for has come to pass, where he is from, and so --I could hardly help myself, you see, I needed to know."