Eponine just nods. She doesn’t understand his pain - or no. She doesn’t try to see his pain. She doesn’t want to understand. Because how can love be so great when it is so utterly terrible?

“Why’d you do that? After how horrid I’ve been to you, Sir? About you?” She laughs unhappily. “And look who has more friends now? Me, I shall be happy if someone eventually notices I’m gone, and you, you have Himeka and others. Why would you help me?”