Lucien Enjolras

Claudius has been away from war long enough to not jump at the sound of gunfire. Even when he was a soldier, guns and explosions froze him still, unable to move his finger on the trigger and face the killing of another man, and so he earned his reputation as a coward. He'd like to say he lost his fear of killing since then, but it depends on the weapon.

Nevertheless, he has enough courage to move towards the sound instead of way, and stops near enough to admire Enjolras's arm on the musket, his stance and steel-like gaze on his target. Once the target's been hit, Claudius claps his hands together in the silence before reloading, just once so as to announce his presence. "Well-aimed," he says. "Hello again, Enjolras."