Marius bit the inside of his lower lip, the beginnings of fear and panic bubbling inside his chest. He wanted to agree with Joly, to tell him that he too disdained the Capitol's play at being Gods of this strange, new world, but the terror in losing Cosette—and again the vision of his beautiful wife executed at the hands of the Peacekeepers flashed before his eyes—forced him silent.
He glanced away from Joly, back to the patches of soft-edged shadows and faint light in the room. A small sigh of relief escaped him when Joly had changed the subject, and he said, "Enjolras might nonetheless be pleased to see you." Because the leader of the Les Amis de l'ABC certainly acted as if he wanted anyone else but Marius with him.
He could only pray their efforts at protecting Cosette would bear fruit. If Cosette won, perhaps she would still be in chains, but it was a prison more preferable to that saved for Tributes. At the very least, she will no longer need to suffer these gladiatorial matches far too cold-blooded for her warm and loving heart.
"Do you think..." His eyes fluttered closed for a moment; he forced them open again. "Do you think she will win?"
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He glanced away from Joly, back to the patches of soft-edged shadows and faint light in the room. A small sigh of relief escaped him when Joly had changed the subject, and he said, "Enjolras might nonetheless be pleased to see you." Because the leader of the Les Amis de l'ABC certainly acted as if he wanted anyone else but Marius with him.
He could only pray their efforts at protecting Cosette would bear fruit. If Cosette won, perhaps she would still be in chains, but it was a prison more preferable to that saved for Tributes. At the very least, she will no longer need to suffer these gladiatorial matches far too cold-blooded for her warm and loving heart.
"Do you think..." His eyes fluttered closed for a moment; he forced them open again. "Do you think she will win?"