Enjolras wanted to say something then. Things didn't always change. Things sometimes stayed exactly the same. He had thought, for one shining moment, that Grantaire had finally started to believe in something. But now they were here, and there was no way off this ship, it seemed. And he was glad. Enjolras didn't want to be here. He wasn't glad to be here. Not in the least. He was stuck, feeling powerless.
"And no way off," he said, a meaningful look in his eyes.