[Eponine watches it all, grinning and giggling as she sees the chubby baby with his wild curls. Already, her heart weeps, seeing those beautiful eyes of his again. He's so much the Robb she loved.
Then she watches Jon, too. The way he stands in the corner clinging to the woman's skirts. Like Cosette had, only she had no skirts to cling to. She had a knife wrapped in a dirty rag and bugs she murdered.
Then, it was Eponine who stood clinging to the bars of a gate, watching someone receive the love she never would. What it was like to have such unconditional adoration.
She doesn't trust her voice, and instead writes.] Such a chubby babe he was.
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Then she watches Jon, too. The way he stands in the corner clinging to the woman's skirts. Like Cosette had, only she had no skirts to cling to. She had a knife wrapped in a dirty rag and bugs she murdered.
Then, it was Eponine who stood clinging to the bars of a gate, watching someone receive the love she never would. What it was like to have such unconditional adoration.
She doesn't trust her voice, and instead writes.] Such a chubby babe he was.