"Of course you don't understand him." Feuilly not drawing at the moment, so Bahorel thumps his shoulder fondly. "You don't even have any decent indencency. And he's every weak and rotten thing a man could be, but at the heart of it: he's a coward. And a traitor. But then that's the same thing. It's all cringing and crawling , and laughing when there's a chance to hurt someone else because it means it's not him getting hurt. And not even the nerve to know it about himself."