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[It has almost been a month, and already Eponine looks far better than she had when she made her first appearance on the Network. Gone are her bloody rags, replaced by clothing that, while perhaps not her preferred style, actually fit her small frame and kept her covered. There's a light in her eyes that hasn't been there before.]

I had been wandering about the other night, keeping to myself- an old habit that I cannot drop, I do love to venture out at night, to see what there is, to experience a world that no one else sees because they are asleep- and I had a thought.

I have been here near a month. A month since I could feel my life leave my body. Such a long time! But already- already here I have been happier than I can recall in nine years! Only one other time can eclipse this!

Here, I have a home, clothing, a bed. There is food and I am warm. I have my beautiful brother- and mark me, I shall not leave him again, I have promised him and I will not go back on this promise. Not again- and I have friends.

I do not suppose I have ever had a true friend until I came here.

Death is by far one of the more grand things that has ever happened to me! To think-- no. I shall tell you, if you are listening, that I am happy here. Happier than I have ever deserved!

[She pauses for a moment, looking off to the side of the screen, and frowning.] Perhaps Enjolras is right. It is stupid to do these things so late at night. Forgive me. I have made a fool of myself yet again.

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I think there may be far less of anyone in the world then.

[ his tone is a little wry there, as he thinks on that consequence.]

As to Marius? Did he really? I've been learning here there is more to him than I thought. Perhaps I have been wrong to dismiss him so easily as I do.

Perhaps.

[She looks at him incredulously.] He did! Do you think I lie to you, m'sieur? No, he did that out of the kindness of his heart. He did not even know us as anything other than the Jondrettes, his neighbors. [He knew she was a Thenardier now, she was sure. And given that she'd been arrested? He had to know.]

No, do not dismiss him. His head may be lost, but his heart is right where it should be.

I do not think you lie at all. Merely...it is something I never knew of him.

[And it makes Enjolras feel almost worse that he's actually gone ahead and basically encouraged Marius to do risky, possibly very harmful things, and simply thought he was an idiot who would do them. He nods as Eponine tells the story, his expression becoming thoughtful.]

So it is. Marius is...confused I think, sometimes, but that is not so bad a thing in the face of all else. And after his actions at our barricade...were you there yet, when he threatened to blow us all sky high so the guard would back off?

Those are not the actions of someone who is entirely foolish or careless, no.

He is a brave man. Brave and foolish, but so many are.

[She tries to think back to that moment, and nods.] I... I was. I saw it all. From... From down below. [Her voice is quiet, her gaze averted. He'd done that after saving Courfeyrac and Gavroche, from what she could see. Only able to do it because of her actions.

Her selfish actions because she did not wish to live without him, even for a second.]

I think that can be applied to many men that I have known quite well, yes.

It was good to have him at the barricade with us, in the end. He was certainly our salvation at some of the most important moments. I fear that I may not have shown him that appreciation for that here. I need to speak to him again.

I believe you should. I would like my friends to become closer. [And Enjolras could put in a good word for her.]

He held me as I died, and listened to me. I care for him greatly, but you have surmised as such.

Then I shall try, at any rate. I cannot think that he would mind.

[This may have worked better when Marius thought they all died, actually.]

A true sign, right there. Grantaire of all people held MY hand, so I do understand that now.

I am sure he does not!

Grantaire, Enjolras? I do not know him.

Grantaire was one of les amis, but not exactly so. He did not quite share all of our ideala, but kept our secrets, and heard our ideas, and then, he chose to die as one of us, when the squad came to shoot me.

It would be wrong to think he did that for me, and not for the republic, but we were together, so...I do know what that is like.

Oh. I understand. [Something like her. Except... She had known none of them except Marius and briefly Courfeyrac before she had come to the barricades.]

It is a noble thing he did.

It was...surprising, I suppose is the best way to put it. I was comforted though. And yes, noble. Certainly that. I owe him a good deal.

Perhaps he, too, will arrive here, and you can tell him that. Just as I should tell Marius how much his actions mean to me.

I do not even know if he realizes.

He was here, for a time. I only recall arriving shortly before he left, though there is EVIDENCE that I was there before. Grantaire disappeared though, and well, better for him if he is dead there. Being here was awful for him as I understand it. I think he would prefer it too, not suffering.

And yes, if I learned anything at the barricades, and from waking here and Grantaire's leaving us...do not leave those things aside for a moment. You will have cause to regret that, most likely.

Like how you all say that there was another me here, before. The poor man. I hope, wherever he is, that he is happy.

Then I shall tell him when I next see him.

Quite. That was me as well, and I do know one other, Korra. I did not realize there had been a you here once before as well. That certainly is odd.

But yes. Grantaire was never happy in that life or in this one. With any luck at last, he will have found some measure of it.

It is... Javert had met her, and poor Gavroche. He said that she'd promised never to leave him. But, that girl is not me. I am me, and I truly will never leave him.

The poor man. I certainly hope he does. It's a miracle I have managed to find happiness here. However fleeting I am sure it is.

I am glad you are here, then, for Gavroche as much as allowing us to come to know you. Jehan especially had been looking out for him, but even so. Better his sister be here for him.

[And if Grantaire were to return as Eponine has, what then? Enjolras is not sure he would like that at all, though there is much that he would say.

And, as for the other him, well...]

I do feel badly for the other me, being yanked first here, and then away from it. With any luck, those other selves have found peace though. That is the best we might hope for, I think.

As am I. [She nods. She remembers Jehan.] Yes. I'm so happy to be with him. He's always been so bright, so smart. I'm happy he has let me back into my life. I would not have been surprised if he threw me out.

I do not know how I feel about the other me. She was not me, in the sense that I am. But she was. It... I try not to think of it, and wash the idea of her from my memory. But hopefully, she finds her happiness.

It's good to know that things are going well with that, for both of you. You both deserve some happiness in this life, so better that it is together.

[And he is nodding, a thoughtful look crossing his face.]

And nor was he. He did some work here that I hope I can continue but perhaps not in quite the same ways, and...I do think thinking too much of it would create some problems, but with any luck, he's well enough, or perhaps found Grantaire to tell him the things I did not have the time to say. At least one of my chief regrets would have some resolution then.

Thank you, Enjolras. If he was still living... No, I cannot imagine the streets of Paris were a joy to behold after your revolution.

Then we shall speak of it no more. Let our other selves be happy, as well as m'sieur Grantaire. If I had a drink, I would toast.

No. Marius survived it, as I said, but he was in no state, at the time, to have noticed anything. The Inspector perhaps, but I do prefer not to ask him such things. I am not sure he would appreciate a reminder of what went on there.

But yes, let's think of them as that and leave it there, I think, More fitting somehow.

[Does he have wine? He's honestly not sure right now, or if that went the last time he spent with his friends, so better not to offer that exactly, but...]

We should arrange something like that perhaps, for all of us here who have had someone...one of us go before. Some sort of thanks to them perhaps if that can be arranged.

I meant my brother, but all is well.

No. [She said darkly.] I prefer not to concern myself with Javert. He is a cruel man. I have run into him before.

[She considers this for a moment.] Perhaps. I can imagine it would be an interesting affair, at the very least.

We should also, I find it only fair, to have something for those of us from the barricade. To drink to those who aren't here with us now.

I simply meant in terms of those who may have spoken to the aftermath, actually, that I know of for certain, but no, I cannot imagine that it would have been a place for Gavroche, much as he has always managed to find ways to live against what life has thrown at him.

As for Javert...

[Enjolras is not sure that he would say cruel exactly, but there is, undoubtedly, a great deal of empathy that the man lacks, and a good deal of thinking that does not apply to people as such. Perhaps it seems like a good fit for a policeman, who'll ensure that justice will be done, but in reality, it has obviously not played to Eponine's advantage, so...]

He lacks an understanding of humanity I think. One that I had to learn as well, but it seems, really, that he never did. I do not suggest that he be pitied for that, of course, there are always ways to learn if one is willing, but it makes it a bit easier, perhaps, to understand what he is like. We've worked together here, you know, not by choice, but a random draw, at a time we were divided into groups, and faced some dark things together, were tor...

[He stops there, not wanting to bring that torture up to Eponine of all people. Her life was harder still than what Malicant tossed out at them, he thinks, and well, he deserved what he was given, clearly.]

Well, we experienced some extremely difficult things, I'll say. But unlike with the others in our party, we did not draw closer together after. I think he lacks ability for that, or perhaps context. Sad, certainly, but there is more that he might have looked closer at in life...the man is complicated, let us say, and leave it there. I doubt we would get far at any rate.

I think so yes, to both of those ideas. There are so many who I would like to remember, and to honor. You have a good idea there, Eponine. I think that we can easily see it done.

Were tor...? [She looks at him, raising an eyebrow, hoping to needle him into telling her more.] You are so vague some times and yet other times tell me details! It is frustrating, m'sieur, as I will have you know.

He claims he knows what it is to suffer, but he knows not. If he did, perhaps he would not have arrested me and carted me off to Les Madelonettes. [For what crimes, she did not say.] I was only there for a short time, but what a terrible time it was! He is a cruel man, I shall remind you.

Thank you. I'm certain it shall be most appreciated.

We were taken captive by a being of shadows who comes to this island on occasion, and he toyed with each of us in our turn. I do not know what happened to the others exactly, we all experienced those things alone but one would think our shared weakness would bring us closer to an understanding of each other. Sadly, that was not the case, though if he felt close to what I did there, he has certainly suffered somewhat.

I agree that the degrees are different, and he did not, perhaps, need to be so harsh as that.

[Enjolras is not going to ask about the charge. If he does not ask, they do not need to discuss the things girls often go there for.]

I have only been jailed in the extremely short term, myself. The longest was a week, so I have not seen much of life there but I do know the conditions are...One should not send one in need of help to a prison, surely. I think that the Inspector fails to see,when he sees crime, the circumstances for it, or that the law makes those circumstances worse with what criminals are subjected to.

The law itself is often cruel, but as he serves that law and thinks it just, I do believe that he will never understand. There is a danger when it comes to men like him, surely.

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