Enjolras understood her anger all too well; he had felt it in the heat of battle, and had done everything he could to make those individuals responsible pay dearly. He'd felt a little of that old anger bubbling to the surface when he'd spoken to Dean about the body he had found. Enjolras was not a quick-tempered or irrational man, but he had discovered that he was quite capable of terrible things when he was pushed.
But now wasn't the time.
He inhaled sharply, and gave her a nod of understanding. He cast his eyes over the citizens around them, and then shrugged. "It is not the fault of an individual, it is systematic," he explained. "Come, we can do more damage with your illusions."
With almost impeccable timing, as soon as Enjolras made to step out onto the street again, he came face to face with a police officer with a score to settle. Truthfully, the officer had turned the corner and walked straight into his path, but of course it could not be the officer's fault.
"Eh bien, qu’avons-nous ici? Qui êtes-vous et où allez-vous?" the officer demanded. Enjolras, used to this kind of random street harassment from the police force, practically scoffed in his face, rolled his eyes, and skirted round him, holding onto Kat's elbow to make her just briskly move on with him.
"Vous me répondrez, ou vous répondrez devant les tribunaux," the officer said darkly, grabbing onto his arm to make him stop. Enjolras pulled back, giving him a look of indignation.
"Quel est mon crime?!"
There was a silent stare-off, as the officer started to put the picture together in his head. Enjolras realised that he'd been recognised, almost at exact moment the officer finally clicked.