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They had survived. Somehow, amazingly, they had survived the barricades. It was pointless to ask how, because neither of them would ever be able to explain how. Marius had survived, and Eponine was at his side when he awoke.

"M'sieur?" She asked, remaining in her blood-stained rags. She'd brought them back to the now-abandoned Gorbeau House, making Marius as comfortable as she could. Cosette was gone. But she was here. She was alive and she was here with him. He'd be thankful, she assumed, when he awoke, that she had saved him, and love him for forever. Of course, how was she to know he wouldn't remember her? She held his hand, as he began to stir. "M'sieur, do you wake?"