"Why are you fighting this war?" Éponine asked, holding Enjolras' hand. She rested her cheek against his shoulder, taking a deep tired breath. She curled against him, like she had been lying for hours now. She just wanted to make sure he weathered this weakening stage of his wound, eh seemed to be suffering from a slight fever and she didn't want to risk him dying.

"What do you mean?"

"You were only a child when the last King and Queen of France were beheaded. You were barely old enough to comprehend the death of Robespierre. Why fight now?"

"The shortages of food, the ill-treatment of the people, and the cost of living. There are so many things that sprung this rebellion into action. We are so far away from true freedom from being controlled."

"But isn't it the duty of someone to take control? Haven't you rebels, in a sense, taken control?" Éponine asked, suddenly feeling more intelligent than she had ever found herself to be before. "I mean, aren't you all fighting for what you believe and trying to take control?"

"Yes, but not in the same manner as the monarchy has in the past, not in the same way as those in charge are. Éponine, you don't understand."

"Yes I do. I understand it better than you do." Éponine released his hand, crossing her arms across her chest. "I am the poor and the broken, I am the hungry and the starving. I don't think I've ever heard a single one of you students complain of being hungry. A rebellion is a nice idea, but do you realise that not long before Robespierre's death all those years ago, the common "citizen" could be taken to the Guillotine if they mentioned high bread prices?"

"I am well aware of the rebellion in the past, Éponine. I have studied it thoroughly. I don't need you to tell me about it." Enjolras glared at her, he didn't doubt that Éponine was an intelligent girl despite being uneducated, but there were some things you couldn't learn from common knowledge and common sense. He didn't need a poor girl to tell him how he should attempt to run the rebellion.

"Suit yourself." Éponine replied, rolling her eyes at the dark haired man beside her. This was on of the many reasons why she thought that they would never work out. They were from two very different social classes. They would never see eye to eye on any subject. Perhaps he respected her position on things, but it was clear that it didn't really matter how she felt about it – it wasn't his opinion.

"Do you think this war was in vain?"

"Yes." Éponine turned and looked at him. "You, yourself have said that it was a hopeless fight. But I expect that you will say that my opinion doesn't matter."

"That's not true-"

"Don't." Éponine shook her head, covering his mouth with her hand. "I don't want to have this argument. You need to rest and not be stressed. Just forget what I've said."

"Éponine-"

"Don't."

"I don't want you to think that I don't respect your opinions-"

"You don't."

"I do. But, I'm looking at it with a more philosophical outlook. I have spent my life absorbed in the revolution of the past. You, have merely lived in the aftermath of the events."

"Yes, I have. I am the one with the true image of what the revolution caused. My idea about it isn't some highfalutin "learned" idea, it's the lived truth." Éponine took his hand again, "Please let's not argue."

Enjolras gave a strained smile, "What ever you say." He cupped her cheek in his palm, stroking his thumb across her cheek. "The politics of war is something I hold firmly to. Perhaps that should be added to list of subjects to not talk about."

"Enjolras, it is one of few things that we are able to talk about. Would we limit ourselves to perhaps one topic that we have in common? Which is that we live in Paris."

"Oh, Éponine." Enjolras sighed, "If you give us some sort of a chance."

"No, Enjolras. I'm being practical. I don't want to be hurt. I've been hurt before."

"Marius?"

Éponine nodded, resting her head against his shoulder. "I don't want to be hurt again."

"I don't want to hurt you Éponine. You are a strong woman and I admire you for that. But even the strong," Enjolras laughed, "need to take chances at being weak. It's humbling. I should know." He turned his head, leaning into kiss her lips.

Éponine opened her mouth to speak but he closed the distance again, pressing his lips against hers. He made her heart soar as he kissed her again and again. Kissing 'Parnasse had never felt quite so blissful. Éponine pulled away, she bit her lower lip, running her tongue across the flesh. She met Enjolras' gaze, feeling a blush heat her cheeks. "Perhaps we do not need to talk. If our lips are moving in a different way, it seems that we do well."

Enjolras laughed heartily, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, before kissing her lips again. He couldn't deny that she was right. It was their lips that were in perfect agreement with one another. Pretty girls who went to our heads, witty girls who went to our beds. Éponine was certainly a witty girl. She had a certain beauty about her that was different. She was beautiful in her own way.

"You should rest," Éponine said as she pulled away. She patted his chest, giving him a half smile as she stared him in the eyes. "Not a good idea to get you too excited." She brushed her lips against his once more before forcing herself to get up.

"I hope when I'm better you won't such a terrible tease."

"I'll negotiate once we get to that stage." Éponine smirked as she left the room. She wanted to explore the half derelict building, but at the same time she just wanted to remove herself from Enjolras' presence. She was too caught up with everything to honestly know how she felt. About anything.