A sudden and abrupt memory of the night Eponine died in the barricades flashed before Marius's eyes, and he pressed both hands against his face, silent for a while save for the soft inhalation of breath. When he set his hands back down to his sides, he cast Ian a cautious sideways glance.

"Yes, and she has told me, once." His voice was steady save for the end. "Why do you ask?"