Thank you, m'sieur. My opinions hardly matter, even now that we are dead. My father praised him, as it was through Waterloo that he made his money. Claimed he was a soldier there... When I was a child I believed him! Now I know the truth, he only looted the bodies. He saved the life of a Sergent there, giving us the name of our inn. [She missed the inn.]

Me? A soldier? Perhaps I will take it. I know not what I am, other than myself. I appreciate it. I do not wish people to be dainty around me. I am unaccustomed to it.

[Marius is clearly the greatest person. Oh look Eponine is dead, but hey, letter, so I'm going to go read it while covered in Eponine's blood, nbd.] I understand. He would have. He is a kind man like that. He gave me such hope.