He understands the impatience entirely. In Combeferre's place he would be burning with it. And what an absurd thing, that hunger and fatigue and bodily limits would follow one past death -- and yet it seems they do, at least in this peculiar afterlife.

Enjolras has never bowed easily to his own bodily limits. They frustrate him deeply, when he lets them, though he has great patience with those of others. Combeferre is the same. It's a pitfall they both know well, in themselves and in each other.

"They'll all understand," he says again, gently, and his grip tightens slightly on Combeferre's shoulder. It's all he says; this decision must be Combeferre's.