"I do not know if twenty or some people can be counted a utopia," he muses, trying hard to hide a mildly amused look. "But it is certainly an interesting way to test out one's theories. The way I see it, there is little to justify sovereignity -- specifically in my home, at least, when people starve in the streets and cannot afford even a loaf of bread to feed themselves, ill and dying all the while. But that is, I will admit, quite specific to June of 1832, though we had attempted another revolt a few years before that." Enjolras, on the contrary, is quite willing to discuss political philosophy with a stranger. It's one of his stronger points, and he was generally more circumspect about it at home, but there is no need to fear imprisonment or death here.