Eponine catches Nancy's tone, and she shrugs, embarrassed a little.
"Indeed, Miss, we have more in common than vampire masters."
She traces her finger around the mouth of her blood bottle. "Perhaps I should not have said it. It don't matter, does it? I am alive, and you. Montparnasse is... it is like a firework, innit? It makes me feel a little bit alive, and that or death, is what I want most."
She glances over at Nancy, just quickly. "Your fellow - he goes with the knife? I don't mind that so much. It is belts and buckles on my arse, so it hurts to sit or lie, that I hate the most. A knife is nothing. He won't cut my head off. He likes me here too much to end my life. Or hates me? I don't know."
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"Indeed, Miss, we have more in common than vampire masters."
She traces her finger around the mouth of her blood bottle. "Perhaps I should not have said it. It don't matter, does it? I am alive, and you. Montparnasse is... it is like a firework, innit? It makes me feel a little bit alive, and that or death, is what I want most."
She glances over at Nancy, just quickly. "Your fellow - he goes with the knife? I don't mind that so much. It is belts and buckles on my arse, so it hurts to sit or lie, that I hate the most. A knife is nothing. He won't cut my head off. He likes me here too much to end my life. Or hates me? I don't know."