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[godofthemachine]

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<gat>

[lutin]

And if I come back to you? What will happen to me then? You wouldn't want me anyway would you?

What will I do? I dont want to be taken advantage of!

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[godofthemachine]

I do want you. I miss you. My heart aches for you.

[He smirks as he writes that. It sounds so corny, and that's exactly why he wrote it.]

Marty will take advantage of you if you stay with him. Come back to me.

<gat>

[lutin]

Really?

[she falls for it.]

Really truly? You want me? Can I come home?

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[godofthemachine]

Yes. Please come home.

<gat>

[lutin]

now?

you really want me?

AM - God i hate i have no one to trust. i don't know where i am with the both of you.

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[godofthemachine]

Please, Eponine. I miss you. I think about you constantly. I love you.

[At this point, AM is laughing. Those words could not be anymore false. While Eponine is a stubborn fool at times, at other times she is weak-willed. She's lost in her pathetic fantasies of fairy tales - love, castles, princesses... If AM had any compassion he would feel sorry for her.]

<gat>

[lutin]

I

[There's a long pause between words. Like hours of a pause, because Eponine does not love him. She doesn't even like him. But he loves her. Despite everything, he loves her. Who else could love a whore like her? So with a heavy heart, she replies,]

I love you too.

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[godofthemachine]

[AM knows damn well that she doesn't love him. He can hear every drip of hurt, of hesitation, of hopelessness as she resigns to her fate.

It's not a proclamation of love, it's a proclamation of hatred for her own self. AM couldn't be more pleased.

There's nothing more for him to say at this point.]