"Well, I can't say that I haven't been reading too many novels," Marius says, attempting a joke with a weak smile. "But I could never dream this up, I don't think. I don't have that great of an imagination."
He watches as she examines the lights, seemingly trying to make sense of what she's seeing, he guesses. He remembers his own confusion with such aspects of modern life rather well.
His eyes widen when she mentions where it is she's just been. He stares at her a moment, a long, silent moment as he tries to process what that fact means. Eponine doesn't know she's died; she doesn't know that the barricades failed. She doesn't know yet that she died for him. Perhaps it is an act of mercy from God that has brought Eponine to Darrow now.
Still. He cannot not tell her the truth; he owes her that much, at least.
"Oh," he says, once he can find his voice again. "I see. It's...well. It's been some time since then, for me."
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Date: 2017-12-04 10:29 am (UTC)He watches as she examines the lights, seemingly trying to make sense of what she's seeing, he guesses. He remembers his own confusion with such aspects of modern life rather well.
His eyes widen when she mentions where it is she's just been. He stares at her a moment, a long, silent moment as he tries to process what that fact means. Eponine doesn't know she's died; she doesn't know that the barricades failed. She doesn't know yet that she died for him. Perhaps it is an act of mercy from God that has brought Eponine to Darrow now.
Still. He cannot not tell her the truth; he owes her that much, at least.
"Oh," he says, once he can find his voice again. "I see. It's...well. It's been some time since then, for me."