"Most do even when they are not made of bone steel." He looks down for a moment, frowning, remembering the last time he had seen Combeferre alive -- kneeling to help a fallen guardsman, pierced with three bayonets. After a moment, he shakes it off, returning to the conversation.

"I know it's not the most useful thing to do here, but I needed something that felt like it was close to useful. There is only so much raiding of the library I can do."