"I'm wicked, Sir. The devil himself is in me." She says defeatedly. "And to you, I am a pain. To Nadine and Julie and the guards at the castle and my Pa and the gang, and the police and all that have met me, I am a pain in their arses, thorns underfoot and better kicked away. So they do. Get rid of me. Every time. Every time, I am on my own in the end to look after myself."

She shrugs. "I can do it anyhow. I don't need nobody but myself to take care of me. But Sir, it is so nice to know you care. It makes my heart feel warm, and truly, I thought I were turning to ice, it is so cold."

Eponine chuckles. "Maybe you are just a glutton for punishment, Estinien, to help a wretch like me over and over."