Tom doesn't protect her. He shoves her forward, as if offering her to Molotov as an angry, vengeful goddess. And coldly, casually, he joins Molotov and puts a hand over Eponine's mouth.

"This will be easier for all of us, Eponine, if you stop making a racket." His knuckles go red and white over Eponine's mouth. "You may as well thank Molotov for making it so quick as this."