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[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.]

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Were you? Then known to him, surely!

I was. He knew my name! I was the one who brought him to his Cosette.

Cosette being the 'fish'? [A little in-joke, between him an Marius. Or perhaps between him and the trout, if Pontmercy's general dreamy habit was to go untrusted.] The one he has designs to marry, ah? Well. Very neat of you, all the same, wasn't it.

[Surely there must be hurt in the irony there, but a good deed in love begets romance to come!]

She is the lark.

[Fish, hah. She'll take your extended bird metaphors.]

Songbird, eh?

Then let us not be magpies or ravens, and hope that M. Pontmercy is something of a phoenix, and will be back shortly.

[Doubtful, as he was more of a Blue-Footed Booby, but you know.]

I am an osprey.

[But at the metaphor, she manages to, somehow, smile.]

I do. I will. If I see him again... [She'll do it all over again. She'll do it better this time. She will have him. At long last.]

Then I am the hummingbird, in fact.

[With a tipping smile.]

You shall indeed my dear, you shall indeed. Chin up.

My chin is rarely up, except when I look at those taller than me.

[C'mon, Eponine. That's EVERYONE.]

You must come see me. Under happy circumstances> If such a thing exists.

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