"Life ain't fair. If it were, would we be sat here in such when there are people in the castle what are free? We are as innocent as they."
Eponine shrugs. As much as she likes to dream, that is one cold, hard truth that has become engrained in her heart. Life is never fair. "If it were, I would have teeth. I'd be as pretty as you, and Monsieur Marius would have loved me. But it ain't fair, and I am alone and now we are locked up. There ain't no point in wishing it away, for it shan't go."
Eponine pats Susan's hand, equally comforting and condescending. "He will have done, Susan. The good people live, you know? He will be fine."
She smiles at Susan's request. "'Parnasse? Or Marius? 'Parnasse is easier, I think. He is the most beautiful man you shall see, dark hair and white skin and his lips as a cherry and such clothes."
She pauses for a second, wondering how much to tell Susan. But then, what does it matter, for they're here, and Montparnasse isn't. "He is a cut throat. You know what it is? So he is quick with his knife - see?" She tilts her head, baring her neck, which bears a very thin, very faint scar mark. "But I ain't afraid, even when he holds it to me. I laugh or take it from him or that. It's easier to give that back too, for his fists hurt."
She sighs deeply and shakes her head. "You see? But it's... nice? He chose me, no matter how ugly I am. He wants me even though I look so. Out of all the women... but me. Perhaps we ought to be grateful that we are loved at all?:"
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Eponine shrugs. As much as she likes to dream, that is one cold, hard truth that has become engrained in her heart. Life is never fair.
"If it were, I would have teeth. I'd be as pretty as you, and Monsieur Marius would have loved me. But it ain't fair, and I am alone and now we are locked up. There ain't no point in wishing it away, for it shan't go."
Eponine pats Susan's hand, equally comforting and condescending.
"He will have done, Susan. The good people live, you know? He will be fine."
She smiles at Susan's request. "'Parnasse? Or Marius? 'Parnasse is easier, I think. He is the most beautiful man you shall see, dark hair and white skin and his lips as a cherry and such clothes."
She pauses for a second, wondering how much to tell Susan. But then, what does it matter, for they're here, and Montparnasse isn't.
"He is a cut throat. You know what it is? So he is quick with his knife - see?"
She tilts her head, baring her neck, which bears a very thin, very faint scar mark.
"But I ain't afraid, even when he holds it to me. I laugh or take it from him or that. It's easier to give that back too, for his fists hurt."
She sighs deeply and shakes her head. "You see? But it's... nice? He chose me, no matter how ugly I am. He wants me even though I look so. Out of all the women... but me. Perhaps we ought to be grateful that we are loved at all?:"