"You?" Eponine laughs sarcastically again. "Why would you help me?" Still, Bulma's words have made her stop. She stares hard at Bulma, as if she's trying to work her out. And then Eponine's gaze falls upon the pendant that the witch wears.
"I know what you are, Madame! You're a witch! Why would you help me? My Pa - well. He said. that witches hate vampires. What do you want? I ain't got no money." As if that fact wasn't obvious. Eponine must stink from the commercial bins she's been forced to hide in. It might be obvious too from her luggage, or lack thereof. She literally owns the clothes on her back and not a cent more.
But the offer of a hiding place is tempting, and Eponine sighs. "If this is a trap, Madame, I swear, you shall have the whole of Paris on you." Still, she does as requested, and goes back to the body.
"In Paris, it is that I put them in the Seine. Where is the river here?"
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"I know what you are, Madame! You're a witch! Why would you help me? My Pa - well. He said. that witches hate vampires. What do you want? I ain't got no money."
As if that fact wasn't obvious. Eponine must stink from the commercial bins she's been forced to hide in. It might be obvious too from her luggage, or lack thereof. She literally owns the clothes on her back and not a cent more.
But the offer of a hiding place is tempting, and Eponine sighs. "If this is a trap, Madame, I swear, you shall have the whole of Paris on you." Still, she does as requested, and goes back to the body.
"In Paris, it is that I put them in the Seine. Where is the river here?"