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[jondrette]

[So, it's April. Eponine has sobered up somewhat, gotten her wits about her, and realized she needed to actually go see Marius Pontmercy. And explain. And apologize for being a fool and asking him to kill her, for begging him to love her. It took what courage the girl had left for her to walk over to his suite, and when she knocked, the door swung inward revealing what she feared most. What he said he would not do.

An empty apartment.

You know how Eponine spent most of March on a bender?

She's... about to start it again.

When she finally appears in front of the camera this time, she has dark circles under her eyes, her skin sallow. She's nearly as skinny as she was when she first arrived, and there's a bottle of whiskey in her fist.

She speaks simply, without light in her eyes.]

Marius Pontmercy has gone home.

He has returned home where none of us shall be living, to perhaps June 7th, 1832. He will return to his beloved Cosette Fauchelevent. They shall be married.

[She takes a pull from the bottle.]

And he shall forget all about us.

About me.

[She closes the network connection.]

Comments

[backinakidflash]

Everybody's got eternity to spend numb. Life's when you feel or pretend you don't feel, but not make yourself not feel. Besides. You don't look so good, OK?

[jondrette]

I have never looked good.

If that is the case, Bart, then I have never lived life properly. And this is my death.

[backinakidflash]

Pfff. That's not true. You're pretty.

And don't talk like that. It's not funny.

[jondrette]

You call me pretty! [Oh, she's all smiles, even if they're drunken smiles.] You flatter me.

It was not supposed to be. It is the truth.

[backinakidflash]

[He gives her a wide smile.] I call'em like I see'em. Flattery's more insincere.

You should talk to Elizabeth, y'know. I think she has some sort of... deal. With the kedan. I think they're gonna let her stay here.

[jondrette]

[Eponine blushes.]

I do not know Elizabeth. But perhaps. Though I would not want to remain here, either.

[backinakidflash]

Doesn't leave a lot of options.

[jondrette]

No.

When I leave here, I shall arrive in hell where I belong.