"I'm not one of you." Sif couldn't help sounding frustrated. "The most that's going to happen is that he's going to fob me off with rhetoric about the cause. R, I love him like a brother, but I don't know if he knows or cares."
His tone did irritate her, though, and she couldn't entirely hold back the asperity in her words. "You say you aren't a nihilist, Sébastien Grantaire, but I'm really starting to wonder. You act like you have no power." Over anything, not even himself.
He'd asked for it. "I was going to ask you when you started drinking - if you had to meet Apollon before you sank into a wine bottle, or if it's just something you've always had." Rude, yes, but maybe a shock was what he needed. Being powerless was a state of mind, which was something she'd had to learn the hard way. Sif looked up at him, calmer, but insistent. "The way I learned how to be powerful was to try and speak up once in a while. I realize that talking to Apollon can be like trying to beat your head against the wall, but what about talking to Andre? Or Jehan, or your Combeferre?" He'd accepted being powerless, and it went against Sif's nature to do the same.