Marius sighs, his chest tight and nerves frayed. Suddenly, his years in Darrow slip away; he's back at the barricades, holding Eponine in his arms and watching the life drain from her body.
He has to shake his head to dislodge the image from his mind.
He only just realizes that she's grabbed his hands. He turns his own to join their hands together as he finally begins to speak.
"It was six months for me, after the barricades," he says. "When I first awoke and found myself here in Darrow. I've now been here for three years. Nearly four, actually."
He still can't bring himself to tell her that she's died.
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Date: 2017-12-08 01:55 am (UTC)He has to shake his head to dislodge the image from his mind.
He only just realizes that she's grabbed his hands. He turns his own to join their hands together as he finally begins to speak.
"It was six months for me, after the barricades," he says. "When I first awoke and found myself here in Darrow. I've now been here for three years. Nearly four, actually."
He still can't bring himself to tell her that she's died.