"No, that's not—" He shakes his head and takes a drink of his wine, his gaze flickering very briefly over towards Enjolras before returning to Mothwing.
"There was nothing blind about it1 and I wasn't taking any orders. The... All of my friends were bound and determined to fight a fight I knew they wouldn't win. I was where they decided to do it. I could have left, but... Instead I just got drunk, passed out just long enough to miss the fighting, and woke up in time to not miss volunteering for the firing squad."
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"There was nothing blind about it1 and I wasn't taking any orders. The... All of my friends were bound and determined to fight a fight I knew they wouldn't win. I was where they decided to do it. I could have left, but... Instead I just got drunk, passed out just long enough to miss the fighting, and woke up in time to not miss volunteering for the firing squad."
1 Other than blind drunkenness?