''Did your parents make you eat the raw meat when you were a child?''<br/><br/>Eponine wondered if the Ramen sitting before her was an exception to the rule of the cruel monsters she so believed they were. It was certainly easier to grasp her head around an abnormality to all she knew, then trying to accept that they might not be as bad as the human books made them out to be. She wasn't daft, and had considered already that maybe, just maybe the humans made them look worse then they actually appeared to be. After all, the Ramen had not done anything worse then preparing to eat a hog. Something humans did as well, and by the smell of the delicious meat instantly simmering and grilling on the stones, it made Eponine's mouth salivate quite a bit. Nevertheless she returned to sipping from her broth, ignoring her rumbling stomach for something much more sustaining. She could not give up on her beliefs just because her world had turned upside down.<br/><br/>''I guess.. if we don't find any survivors tomorrow..'' She stopped midsentence, wondering what she was about to say. Her thoughts were right, if there were no survivors, what was she supposed to do? And if there were, everyone of the convent was dead, she had seen as much. Flashes of the bodies of the old nuns, stripped naked and burned to charred remains came to her mind, which she quickly tried to shake away, holding her head with one hand and groaning audibly.<br/><br/>''I'll be damned like you. What does one do, wandering on the roads, without a home? What is your faith? What do you strive for?'<br/><br/>Eponine finished her broth, waiting for an answer, giving the Ramen time to answer before more questions bubbled up to the surface.<br/><br/>''Razor... What am i supposed to do? When there is nothing left, you have seen the village. My home, everybody is wiped away. If there are any survivors, what would happen to me? None of the nuns have survived, I'm alone..''<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>