But Eponine was crying again, or at least trying to. The truth was that there were no tears left for her to cry, no liquid left, really, in her body at all.

"Do... want... to..?" She rasped out, leaning back a little so that she could look Charles in the eye. She needed him to volunteer for it, to love her so much that he would give up his life to stay with her, to love her so much that he would give his everything to her.