You know who it is, Sir. If you’re in my head you know her. Cosette, you know? That’s her name. Cosette. You know her, yes? She’s pretty.
[Eponine’s head lolls against the bars. Between starvation, concussion and her own desperation, she’s still not truly sure if Nero isn’t a hallucination.]
Marius loved her, you know? He’s never look at me, so much as I wanted him to, but he loved her. She wore blue silks. Blue and pink. For me, no. I watch in rags and dirt from the sides. But you know that. You know how my heart hurts for it. But it don’t matter. Me, I’m for nasty men with voices in my ear to kill and murder or men what hold their knives to my throat or…
[She laughs again, voice cracking with the pain of her acknowledgement.]
It don’t matter. She’s for pinks and blue. Me, I am hard and red and green and purple I think.
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[Eponine’s head lolls against the bars. Between starvation, concussion and her own desperation, she’s still not truly sure if Nero isn’t a hallucination.]
Marius loved her, you know? He’s never look at me, so much as I wanted him to, but he loved her. She wore blue silks. Blue and pink. For me, no. I watch in rags and dirt from the sides. But you know that. You know how my heart hurts for it. But it don’t matter. Me, I’m for nasty men with voices in my ear to kill and murder or men what hold their knives to my throat or…
[She laughs again, voice cracking with the pain of her acknowledgement.]
It don’t matter. She’s for pinks and blue. Me, I am hard and red and green and purple I think.