"You've not let me down, Sir." Eponine gurgled. Her head was tipped right back in an effort to stop the water. "You know, I'm sorry? Sorry for everything. All of it." She nodded valiantly though, and coughed as she swallowed water.

"I thought to do this in Paris a few winters ago, when we lived under the bridge." She laughed. "I didn't think it wou-" She coughed as water splashed over her face. "We should just close our eyes, Sir, and hold hands unit-" But the water overwhelmed her that time, and she slipped her arms from the lifejacket holding her afloat, so that she would die the quicker.