★ ★ ★ enjolras isn't quite sure what pulled him to this lonely mountain group . perhaps it was because tragedy followed in his wake , the the idea of asylum made him believe that maybe , just maybe , he could finally find peace here . the flights had always been his home , he'd been raised there , had risen up to leader . he'd pulled them from just a handful of close - knit family to a slowly booming group . he'd seen so many good times within that warm jungle , but now all he could taste was blood on the wind . the blood of so many stolen clan mates , of so many lost siblings . of his own child , broken body returned from a former lover who's ledger is soaked in crimson life force . enjolras couldn't stand to be there any more than needed , so he'd run . he'd run as he had before , coming to the calm border of the haven and trembling just slightly . he didn't know if he could outright leave the flights , he'd promised his clan mates that he wouldn't be going anywhere when he left , but all he could see was noir , broken and bloodied . maybe here he could finally know peace .