"Why don't we sit down?" Enjolras offered, waving towards the bed. He took a seat on the edge and patted the spot next to him, offering Gavroche to join him if he chose. Or he could continue bouncing around the room, but that would likely just make Enjolras that much more nervous. This was, after all, the most important of subjects to discuss.
He took a breath, eyeing the child. He looked little like his sister, who resembled their mother more closely, it seemed. And neither was anything like their parents outside of appearance. Gavroche was always so eager to help, so faithful and trusting.
And Enjolras had failed him.
Oh, the little boy's ghost had done all he could to absolve his guilt, but it hadn't been easy. Eponine tried on a regular basis to remind him they'd all gone into the fight willingly, knowing what could happen. But who really planned on dying?
Still. They had here and now. And for however long the Seal felt proper to keep them all together, Enjolras was going to give this family the life they deserved. His family, soon. "I suppose you've noticed quite a bit's changed since our time," he began, a small smile on his face. "And not just the technology, but with your sister and me, as well. This place changes people. Who we are, what we hold dear. Not having to fight for survival made a difference in Eponine. And not having to lead a Revolution, well... I suppose it's changed me greatly, as well."