"I don't believe in God, Mama. What God would do this to us? No, i will not let you go. You'll see."


Eponine smiles. "When you're old, I will be there to fix the blanket on your knee and to brush your hair, and cook your food. I'll look after you proper. And I will kiss you when you die, Mama." She can picture it as well, her and Eva looking after one another until they are both old and wizened. They could make a life together - even a life interrupted by the arenas. Eponine is already sure that they have. She is never happier, nor more calm than when she is with Eva.