Eponine held the glass jar with the captured firefly in her hands, watching its futile attempts to break through the glass to escape. She almost felt sorry for it, and as she noticed its little friends were still flying about in the cave, dazed of the smoked that came of the hog, she decided to release it. The fluttering sound of wings was hardly audible over the splattering sounds of the fat of the hog springing in the air. Eponine could not help but grow more hungry of the smell and delicious sight of that meat cooking on the stone, eventhough she had promised herself not to eat meat.<br/><br/>She did however dye her blue as well, hiding it underneath her hood. It wasn't like she had always been this good little girl in church, but that wasn't something the Ramen is going to find out. He was blind any way, so her secret was safe with her. Maybe, maybe she could secretly pick a little piece of the meat, and taste it. Just to try it, it was not like she had killed the animal herself? But as soon as the thought struck her, and she watched herself reach out with her hand, she retracted it again. Cursing herself for thinking such things. She needed to stay pure, and stick with her beliefs. It was at times like this, that ones faith would falter.<br/><br/>Eponine turned to the Ramen and continued her questions, not regarding the mans exhaustion to be something of importance. She was lonely, and she had nothing to read, and she had so many questions to him.<br/><br/>''I don't like talking about my parents either... Sometimes I feel like they just gave me to the monastery to get rid of me, or to make amends with god for all the things my father has done in his life. It's not fair that I had to go, and all my siblings are.. were.. are still able to live a life like everyone else. I cannot ever kiss a man, or love another. Or start my own family, I have to stay pure for Him. Not that I don't mind, I love Him. I would devote my whole life to Him, but it would have been nice to have had the choice. Seems like everything in my life happens without me having a choice in the matter, you know?''<br/><br/>She looked at the hog, and used a stick lying about in the cave to poke it with, to much entranced by the greasing fat and the salivating good smell of the bacon.<br/><br/>''I think your animal is done, it looks goo.. I mean, it looks done. You know. It's such a cruelty, that you eat creatures of god!'' She added the last part, trying to make up for the sudden slip-up of almost saying that the cruelly killed and gutted animal was looking good, grilled and presented on a stone.<br/><br/>''How.. how old are you actually? I don't really know how I can tell, but you needed magic to strengthen your bones. I recognised the words, I use them for when the elders broke a bone or something. Are you like, really old or something?''<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>