"What's a tourist?" Eponine starts to question, completely confused now, and not liking it a bit. Why was this man using such strange words? She hates feeling uneducated, so she adds in a defiant voice,
"I can read, you know? I am not stupid."
But she stares out, past the castle that had held her attention, to the wreck behind it.And she begins to realise and remember where she is and what she's supposed to be doing, and her face falls. Her shoulders hunch forward and she slumps visibly. How cruel. HOW cruel, Capitol. To show her what she wants - longs for - in the middle of a fight to her death.
"I hate the Capitol." It's a whisper, of sheer disappointment, but then her voice gets stronger. "I hate the Capitol, Monsieur. It is a cruel place, full of cruel people."
She shakes her head. "I thought it was real." Her lip quirks up as she sneers at herself. "Sometimes I am stupid. For a minute, I forgot where I was."
She looks over at Rictor. "Are you going to kill me?"
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"I can read, you know? I am not stupid."
But she stares out, past the castle that had held her attention, to the wreck behind it.And she begins to realise and remember where she is and what she's supposed to be doing, and her face falls. Her shoulders hunch forward and she slumps visibly. How cruel. HOW cruel, Capitol. To show her what she wants - longs for - in the middle of a fight to her death.
"I hate the Capitol." It's a whisper, of sheer disappointment, but then her voice gets stronger. "I hate the Capitol, Monsieur. It is a cruel place, full of cruel people."
She shakes her head. "I thought it was real." Her lip quirks up as she sneers at herself. "Sometimes I am stupid. For a minute, I forgot where I was."
She looks over at Rictor. "Are you going to kill me?"