Eponine's unusually quiet, silent to give Susan the space to feel. She thinks she knows what Susan means. Blue eyes. Like cornflowers that grow in the meadows, or like... like the skies. Yes, Susan's right.
A ghost of a smile tugs at Eponine's lips as Susan describes her love, rueful and sad and wistful all at the same time.
"He sounds lovely, you know?" Eponine offers quietly. "But so young for you? Now that - I am not so sure it's nice. But then, who am I to say?"
She shakes her head. "You're wasting a time, Susan. There is no god. Not for such as us. Why would you pray to nothing? He only cares about good people what can have shoes and clothes, proper clothes and that. People like me, we are not even allowed in the church. Pah!" She spits on the floor. "I should save your breath, Susan, honest."
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A ghost of a smile tugs at Eponine's lips as Susan describes her love, rueful and sad and wistful all at the same time.
"He sounds lovely, you know?" Eponine offers quietly. "But so young for you? Now that - I am not so sure it's nice. But then, who am I to say?"
She shakes her head. "You're wasting a time, Susan. There is no god. Not for such as us. Why would you pray to nothing? He only cares about good people what can have shoes and clothes, proper clothes and that. People like me, we are not even allowed in the church. Pah!" She spits on the floor. "I should save your breath, Susan, honest."