[Eponine spits it out as soon as she hears Sam's voice, not even letting him finish asking his question. She turns around hastily, thin arms wrapping defensively about her body and a sulk on her face. For once, it's true what she says, but given her recent experiences with - well, everyone she's encountered - she doubts he'll believe her. Still, she tries to ignore that sinking feeling in her stomach, and instead focus on what Sam had said before she interrupted him.]
You are sad, Sir? Sad you have forgotten? Sometimes it is better to go where you think of the thing and then you shall remember it again.
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[Eponine spits it out as soon as she hears Sam's voice, not even letting him finish asking his question. She turns around hastily, thin arms wrapping defensively about her body and a sulk on her face. For once, it's true what she says, but given her recent experiences with - well, everyone she's encountered - she doubts he'll believe her. Still, she tries to ignore that sinking feeling in her stomach, and instead focus on what Sam had said before she interrupted him.]
You are sad, Sir? Sad you have forgotten? Sometimes it is better to go where you think of the thing and then you shall remember it again.