"Oh, Enjolras told me. And told me. And told me. And told everyone else a few thousand times too. He's, ah, he's a wordy one, that one."

It's a magnificent understatement, but Joly would have to be completely distracted to miss the affection in Venus' griping. In the last several months she has come to enjoy the lengthy diatribes that have become, through active effort on her part and more self-awareness on Enjolras', actual two-sided conversations.

"Well, it's all a bit complicated in the modern age, but I go out and fight people to protect the weak and small."

To get endorsements and talk show appearances and record deals. To pretend that because she had the title of a hero, her actions were justified no matter how ugly things could get. No matter how sticky the morality.

Kill one scared child for the chance to cure thousands? Where's the heroism in having to make the decision there?

"That's why when I say I'm competent, I'm not joking."