"Oh." Eponine didn't know what to say, really. It felt like Sigma was about to start an epic story of some sort - the story of his life, and there had to be a lot of it, for he was the oldest man that she knew. And it was nice, as well, that he was finally opening up to her. She had sensed, ever since she had met him, that he was keeping something from her - and she didn't like that at all. It kept a wall between them, almost. She couldn't feel close to him - she didn't feel like she knew him, whilst he knew nearly everything about her. Did he not trust her?

But perhaps now she was being trusted enough and at last Sigma was going to tear down the veil. She really didn't want to interrupt his story with mindless chatter - and it sounded like such a lovely story to her, full of romance and tragedy - just the sort she liked best.

She rolled over, so that she was lay next to him, just milimeters away from Sigma.

"Tell me about her, Sir."