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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 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.

That's... It sounds terrible. I wish both of you hadn't had to experience that. No one should have to.

[She'd tell him, of course, but she's sure he's already figured it all out.]

I was there for two months- my father even longer. But he was not released as I was. I believe he escaped with the help of Patron-Minette. When I last saw him I did not have time to ask. My mother even longer still. Prison did not suit her, and as such, has surely found herself in one of the unmarked graves of prisoners.

There are those who commit crime for their own enjoyment, of course. But the fish rots from the head.

Etienne was there as well, and Temeraire and his Captain. Have you had the chance to meet our dragon brother yet? He shares most of L'ABC's goals, and he and Marius differ when it comes to Buonoparte, which is amusing actually. We were rather lucky but I think that the experience left a few things awkward for a time. I'd rather hoped it might bridge something of the gap between us and the inspector. There can never be trust or friendship there after so much, but respect would have been nice, I think, perhaps somewhat lessened suspicion, but alas, that seems that it was not to be.

[He does have rather a good idea of it, yes. And well, unless she'd been directly caught in something, it would be an easier charge to pin onto a young woman if one wanted to keep her jailed for a time.

After all she's told him, Enjolras is not naive enough to think that it does not have to do with the 'work' she had been forced into but still, the charge itself is rather easy, when it comes to it.

As for the rest of her story? He's nodding as she speaks, his eyes sympathetic as she mentions her family, and her mother, though the rest of his face does not noticeably change much. ]

That does sound likely, I am afraid. What is it about men or women being prisoners that means that they do not still have the right to be treated as living beings with decent conditions? I can certainly understand locking away the genuinely dangerous, but the law is too quick to label many as such and toss them away to rot.

[And that disturbs him, from the little hint of disgust and disdain there in his voice.]

Sentences are too harsh by far and it becomes less about teaching lessons than about pure loss of dignity and torture there, and of those who are allowed to leave...they are set up again for much more crime because it is all that they might do in order to survive.

I think you are right, over all. If we wish for crime to change, then we must change the law itself, and the ways that we are governed. It is the only way to ensure cases like your family's do not occur again. Until that comes, there is little we can do at home but push that change. I wish it may be otherwise.

Temer- a dragon? No, Enjolras, I fear I have not! I have never seen a dragon here. I should like to meet him! I've only ever known dragons to be fairy tale creatures!

No, he shall always be suspicious. I cannot bring myself to respect that man. Not when he has forced so many hardships on my family. Without him, perhaps my mother would be alive. [Though she really can't mourn her. Her relationship with her family had become so much less than it had once been. Her father viewed her as a pawn. And while she was loyal to him to an extent, all of that had disappeared the day outside of Rue Plumet. They were all just a way to make sure they all ate. It was hard to love a man who forced her into such positions, who beat her.

It was much clearer now, that she was away from such an environment.]

I could not tell you. I find humanity in even the most dangerous, as I am one of them. Housebreakers, murderers, those were the sorts I spent my time with in Paris. Most often, they were kind to me...

And a life such as mine does not afford dignity, as tragic as it is. I wore rags that barely covered me. My father would see us beg. But I hate such things. Left on my own devices I will never accept charity.

You were a lawyer, like the rest, were you not?

There is also Iskierka, who comes from the same world that he does. Temeraire shares more of the particular worldview I am familiar with but Iskierka...

[There's a note of admiration in Enjolras's voice that is hardly present when he talks about most human beings besides the amis as he mentions her.]

Where Temeraire is calmer and perhaps more deliberate, Iskierka is fire and emotion and exciting. She can set things on fire among other things, and we are due to go flying soon. I think that she might well like to meet you too. She is friendly enough for all that she is quick to action.

[The conversation shifts again to Javert, and Enjolras can understand where she is coming from, and nods. He was only a spy at their barricade, which, while bad enough, cannot compare at all to the relationship that he and Eponine must have.]

A good deal of hardships, yes. I cannot say I blame you for wishing to stay away from the law now that you have the chance to actually avoid it. Smarter than most, I would say.

I was reading the law, slowly, but nowhere near sitting the bar to actually complete the degree. It was...

[Enjolras eyedarts a little here.]

Well,something of an excuse to stay in Paris as long as I could. To see the revolution through. Being a law student provided an excellent chance, but had the choice been left to me, I would have done far differently.

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