To some of us, to me, the injury is permanent. It's a scar across my heart, over my soul. I do not believe it shall ever go away, and if it does? Then what is it that I should do? How to live without such a thing when I have never done so before? It would be too easy to fall back on to old habits. To take further relish in them.

[She sighs, pursing her lips slightly as she regards Enjolras.] I do not believe I can be healed, Enjolras. Deep down, I am not sure I want to be. [If only for Marius, would she want to wash herself clean of everything that came before.]

What is it that I have shown you? I appreciate your gratitude, but I do not believe I am worthy of such praise.