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M'sieur Marius...... Have you seen him? Bonnis mezig!

[Eponine is trying her best to bite back how worried she sounds, and in her anxiety, the new vocabulary she's learned in Port has escaped her completely.]

I cannot find him on this thing. This -

Bonnis mezig! And M'sieur Enjolras - Whoever has him - please let him answer me. He needs to know if it is... If M'sieur Marius has gone.

(Bonnis mezig is Argot for 'tell me')

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I go there often. My brother, Gavroche, he gives me and Azelma tickets so we can sit in the gallery, and sometimes he makes the actors let me stand at the side to watch. He knows everyone, my brother. I like the theatre. All the songs, and the costumes and such. And sometimes, Gavroche makes one of the actors give up his orange for us. That is a good day, then. Did you have an orange there?

[ It's a bit too much rambling for his tastes, but he lets her go on anyway. ]

I had one, once.

[ A beat. ]

Do you want to go back?

They are delicious, are they not? If I could, I would have one every day.

[She pauses to think. Marius is back in Paris now, and he was the only light in her life for a long time. But here, she has friends... there are bad things too, of course, and she's in a lot of trouble here...]

To Paris? It is hard, M'sieur. There are lots of things I want that I'll never have and sometimes it is easier not to dwell on it. My family is in France - my little sister and my brother - and I feel bad that I have a nice time here, whilst I know in France, that they do not. I have friends here. But there is trouble in both places...
Do you wish to return?

It's not my home.

[ Not that he really has one, but that's neither here nor there. ]

I might visit again someday.

Paris is not a 'home' either. It is much like here, I think. I Don't want to go back now. Here, when you are in trouble, some men will help you out. In Paris, no. In Paris, your trouble is made worse. There is magic here too. I would bring my sister and brother here, and M'sieur Marius and his friends.

Worse than the Darkness?

In Paris, I WAS the darkness, M'sieur.

In what way?

[ He doesn't question her statement, but he does doubt the veracity of her claim. ]

Not perhaps as you think of monsters. They call me a gat and a gamin when they are polite. In my language, these mean 'alley cat' and 'street child'.
In Paris, I did things you would perhaps say is bad. I stood watch whilst my Papa robbed, and I picked pockets and I took messages asking for money. I tricked and I begged. And the rich knew to avoid me and my family. Even the other people like us; my Papa belongs to a famous gang in Paris, and I did what they told me.

[She sounds decidedly bitter]

we belong to the night, really. I like night better than day.

[ He listens and doesn't comment. Not until she's finished. ]

There are worse things.

[ He's not really in a place to judge. ]

You speak from experience, M'sieur?

[Her tone is light, joking. She doesn't mind what she is - or she does, but she won't admit that.]

No, I know there are worse things to be. My... well all of them, they are mangerers - that is, murderers. I have not done that, and I hope they don't ask me. They will murder me before I kill someone else.

Brave words.

[ And naive if she's been as "bad" as she says she has. Noticeably, perhaps, he does not answer her question. ]

Not everyone can hold their ground.

I do not know about brave, Mister. But back in Paris, that was the last thing I did. When they find me here... It will not be pleasant, but they will not murder me - yet. In Paris, though, they will warn people away from me now though. They will hit, but it'll be the cold or an empty belly that kills me. I do not mind, though. M'sieur was safe.

I do not tell you this for pity, M'sieur, or to beg a coin, so do not think it. Sometimes, it is just good to talk, yes?

I didn't think it.

[ He's not the most sympathetic person, besides. ]

Did it help?

To voice that I will die in Paris if I return?

[She laughs, strangely humerous given the conversation.]

No. I would rather they slit my throat than let me starve, but they will not. But there is nothing to be done on it, so kik-kik! There is no use in tears.

(kik-kik= what the hell))

There generally isn't.

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