There it was again. That meaning well bullshit coupled with her youth. It was like the arena had done nothing. Did they think she got lucky, that she panicked and killed people by accident because she didn't know what she was doing? FIVE people?

"Let's be clear on something, Eponine. I'm a kid. Yeah. Do you know how many limbs I've cut to pieces, how many people I kill? A LOT. I'm merciless when I do what I do, and I don't apologize for it. I'm not naive to the power men have when they can do whatever they want. I'm telling you this because there will never, EVER be a fucking time I let something like what you said happen in my stead. Not because I think I'm the biggest bad ass (and I AM) but because I fight for people like you. So you can live a life where you don't feel like shit. Where you find worth. I don't puss out on my lumps."

She stopped talking. "And you aren't shit. I don't care what they told you home. You're not there anymore."