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It's my first memory. Ponine is three, and I am almost two. A pretty woman came to Maman, and she had a baby, who was fat and pretty like me and Ponine, with auburn curls and sapphire eyes. I didn't know those words then, but that's how they looked. She sat down to talk to Maman, and set the girl down, who ran over to us. We welcomed her with open arms. Ponine said her name, and I said mine, and the girl said she was C'zette. She was about Ponine's age, I s'pose, but no matter what, I didn't care. We were children, nothing mattered save for fun. Ponine and I had been digging holes, despite our pretty dresses. Ponine's was purple, I remember, and Zette's was blue, and mine was pink. Zette joined us in digging, without a thought to our own dress. We laughed and talked of child things, digging and playing and pushing, and Ponine and Zette sitting next to each other, talking like out mothers were, making me laugh, it was so realistic.
I don't remember much for two years, just little childish flashes, and Ponine had to explain to me later that Zette and the Lark were the same person, and Zette and the girl who bandaged my hand were the same person as well.
I rub that scar now, staring at my brother's body. Gavroche, he always was kind to me, no matter what. Giving me and Ponine food, and tickets to the show, and—Ponine!
I run out to the pile of bodies. This is what I came here for, when Navet told me she was here. And there she is, bloody and disgusting, but my sister. I drag her body out of the pile, and she sits there, in my arms, like she rocked me two years back when I had fever so bad I couldn't move.
"Damn you, Maman," I start to swear suddenly, and I can't stop. If we had been kind, we might be better off now. "Damn you, Father. And damn the government, and damn Montparnasse, always hurting her, and damn Marius, for unconsciously doing the same, and damn whatever soldier caused this, and..." I don't stop for a long time, repeating things I said before, saying new things, new curses, crying, sobbing, choking, till my tears and my words are gone. I'm never going to go home, I think. I'm corrupted enough as it is. So I get up, kiss my sister's forehead, and walk off, rubbing my scar all the way.
I don't know why the memory of playing with Ponine and Zette hit me then, as I stared at my brother, but I know what I'm going to do about it.
I walk to the hospital and ask for a job.

A/N: I sincerely hope you understand that, 'cuz you have to read in between the lines a little bit. If I get a lot of reviews of people who don't understand it, than I'll tell you.