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[ When the NV turns on, Ella isn't really paying attention to it - though her intention might have been to use it, that thought is derailed by the chatter of several others nearby. ]

No - no no, I don't need - Excuse, me could you please stop pushing baskets at me, I don't want your brochures. Really, I appreciate it but - [ They are totally not listening. ]

No, thank you that's kind of you but could you just ... take... these -- but I - [ Yea, Ella, keep trying to talk over the company representatives. With a clatter, she drops the NV, and it now shows a crooked image of Ella with her arms full of baskets from AGI and SERO both, looking a bit lost, frustrated, and confused. Yet she perseveres! ]

I'm just trying to say - this is really too much so - oh! [ Aaand the bundle of baskets in her arms abruptly topple over when she loses her grip, tumbling onto the floor, papers scattering everywhere. Those representatives? Totally off to harass another newcomer. Help her? That's silly. ]

Could you h- oh, no, of course not, yeah, no walk away, that's just great... thanks. No, thank you,I've got it, not that you were lifting a finger to help or anything...

[ Sighing, Ella kneels to gather up what was foisted into her arms, though she catches sight of the NV recording. ]

... Is it always this...chaotic?

[ Maybe she can give this stuff to someone else. What she really needed was warmer clothing. ]

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"I am not a girl. I am a woman, M'sieur."

She shifts uncomfortably under his gaze. What she's just said sounds ludicrous. Poverty has made her age faster than she should have, but she's still just a girl, barely eighteen - if she is that at all.

"It IS my business. I did not want part of it. But Hattie, she says I murdered Ella when she disappeared. I was there with Ella, you see. And then Hattie - I must work for her now. But if Ella was there, Hattie would let me stop and she would shout and moan at Ella."

"Compared to my age you are little more than a gnat. But yes, a woman you are." A child he would be more kind to - but Raphael doesn't judge it solely on age.

"You could have chosen to say nothing to Hattie at all. You could have been kind, merciful, to someone who has shown you kindness. Instead, you acted to bully and blackmail someone." The tone is lecturing, hard.

"And why would I do that? Ella has never shown me kindness. When we met, she accused me of stealing."

Give her her due, Eponine was stubborn. She wasn't about to back down, just because some strange man had come uninvited into her house to lecture her.

"Anyway, why should I be kind? It gets you nowhere except to your grave."

"Where you stealing?" Did she have reason to accuse Eponie of it, really.

Eponie was stubborn but that was nothing compared to an archangel.

"Perhaps if you had been kind, she would have helped you. Others would have." That was something he had seen. The Newcomers did seem to enjoy helping each other.

[She purses her lips. She had been going to steal. Can she get around it?]

I hadn't taken anything. Anyway, who are you to judge me? You are nothing. How dare you come into my house and talk to me in such a way? I will not have it. This is my room. And you are not welcome here.

"So why did she accuse you of stealing?" He didn't have much of a problem with children stealing food or clothing. Didn't even really care if adults did.

"It is my duty to judge you." There's a faint and close clap of thunder, and he takes a step closer.

"As it is my duty to watch over my brother's friend."

"I do not know. A judgement of my clothes, p'raps? Dirty face means thief to some people."

She jumps at the clap of thunder and bends down as he steps closer, grabbing up Ella's sword. She stands straight, clutching it and pointing it straight at Raphael.

"Do NOT come closer to me. Do not, or God help me I'll run you through. I will. You will NOT touch me! I don't care if you think you can judge me. I don't care what you think. I will NOT let you touch me."

He doesn't even mind the sword, it cannot harm him. "I do not recommend lying to me." Raphael doesn't back away, does nothing but takes a slow breath, lifting his chin. Donnie was a tall man and a mechanic, so his vessel isn't slight.

"God helps no one nowadays." A sad truth to the word, and said almost without bitterness.

"God helps the rich. For the poor... I do not believe there is a god. There cannot be."

She watches the man warily, not dropping her sword. Eponine's reasonably tall, but she's slight. She's no match for Raphael, even if he was not an angel.

"I'm not lying. I took nothing. Ella had taken Hattie's keys, and Hattie asked me to take them back."

"God helps no one, not rich, not poor. He has never cared for money, He helped the righteous." His chin lifts. "And take care of how you speak of my Father. You exist because He created you."

He doesn't even seem concerned about the blade. He's not even watching it.

"Ella was locking a stranger out of her home. She did not know who Hattie was."

"Your father?" Eponine's puzzled, and the sword in her hand wavers as she becomes distracted.

"Do you truly believe? I have only seen those who go to church believe, and the priests. But they are bad. They let us starve. I don't believe in God. And I don't believe Ella did not know. How could she not? It would be as if I did not know Gavroche or Azelma. Or my other brothers... I was still not stealing."

Why is she explaining herself to this man? She's had enough. She's tired. It's been another long day and she still has to message Jack to tell him where she is.

"Get out of my room now."

"My Father is God - and I have seen my Father with my own eyes. Church has nothing to do with it."

He settled, face smoothing. "Magic perhaps. She left before I could determine what happened." It wasn't that odd to him, utterly dismissive of Eponine's disbelief.

"Where you attempting to take something which did not belong to you?" He ignore her demand. He was making a point.

"Your father is god? But then... You are that man from the stories... His name... Joseph? No. J- Jedus? Jesus!"

She looks shocked. From her hazy knowledge of religion, she realised that Jesus was a very important bit of it. She had also thought he was dead...

"You are Jesus and you talk of magic? How can that be? No, you are lying about one. And I did not steal. Not for me. I took the keys for Hattie when Ella was gone. You see, a deal. I got the keys and Hattie made me a dress."

"No, I am Raphael." St Raphael if she had heard of saints, but Raphael was his name, Saint was simply a title humans had tacked on.

"I am not lying, magic well exists." Lucifer was the one who never lied, but Raphael was being truthful now. "It doesn't matter if you stole for yourself or someone else - you still stole."

"Raphael?" never heard of that one. It wasn't often Eponine went to church, and whilst she was there, it was to steal or deliver begging letters, so she rarely listened.

"...Well, so what if it was stealing? I don't care. I got a new dress from it."

A servant's dress as it happened; Hattie had tricked her. And Eponine hated stealing, but she was not going to let some man butt in - even if he was related to God - and tell her what to do. She's well aware that she's bad, but there's nothing she can do about it. She may as well get as much enjoyment from her bad ways as possible.

"You cannot be angry at her for calling you a thief if you are one." Simple really, almost bored. This wasn't a difficult concept. "The same as you forcing Ella to give you something value for your silence isn't business, it is blackmail."

"Well, so what if it is? It has nothing to do with you. If I hadn't done it, I'd lose my room."

She shakes her head. "I've seen the dorms. I don't want to go there. Or the slums. And I WILL if I am fair. It is not how the world works. And I have to play because I will not die. Not now. I don't care about Ella. Just- just leave me alone."

She feels wretched. But she's not backing down, though she's not pointing the sword at him any more. It's by her side.

"It does have something to do with me, as it has something to do with someone placed under my care." Really. Kurt he would have stepped for in the same way. Rue or Prim? He'd be far more heavy handed.

"Where did you get the sword?" He already knew the answer.

She glares at him for a full minute before answering in a bitter voice.

"Ella."

She clutches it tighter, pulling it behind her body. She wasn't giving it back.

Oh she wasn't? Raphael would see about that, he raised a hand, snapping. And lo, took away her ability to speak.

"Return her sword to me, and I'll return your voice."

Eponine didn't quite understand what had just happened. Take away her ability to speak?

She opened her mouth to object - but no sound came out. What had happened? What had he done? She was more than a little frightened, but she still clutched the swodd close. He couldn't really take her voice, could he? Not forever?

"I can yes. And more." He was finished playing. He wasn't going to leave Eponine without something, be he was not going to allow her to profit from threatening someone under his wing.

"The sword."

She shook her head stubbornly.

"I will NOT give it to you." Although, of course, even as her mouth formed the words, no sound came out from her lips. Her hand goes to her throat. Her voice. Gone. She looked at Raphael resentfully. He was going to win, wasn't he?

"It costs $200." She mouthed the words. He seems to be able to read her mind anyway. Maybe he'll understand? "That's how much I could sell it for. If you want it, I want money. And my voice."

"You aren't giving it to me. You are selling it to me in exchange for your voice." Yes, yes he was going to win.

"That is what you call business yes? Force someone to give you something they did not want to give in return for a 'service'?" Raphael could be patient, but he was irked and didn't want to be.

Her shoulders sagged and slowly she drew the sword from behind her.

"Fine. Take it. I don't need it." Again, it's mouthed, but surely Raphael would be able to feel the resentment, the hatred bubbling from her. He has completely condemned religion and all it's teachings to her now. If this is what God did, then she didn't want anything to do with it.

She offered the sword to Raph.

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