The question wasn't directed to Éponine, who had been watching the entire thing in attentive silence. She couldn't have answered it, anyway.
The thing was, even if it had been she couldn't answer it -- couldn't do anything actually, much less look away, having met Nikolai's gaze. It was like being back at the barricade in the Rue de la Chanvererie, in a surreal, accelerated sort of way: the shock of impact like a musket-ball at close range, a rapidly growing feeling of weakness, and for a confused moment she thought she could smell the sharp tang of gunpowder.
Her instinct was to turn and run, but her body wouldn't listen.
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Date: 2013-09-11 01:32 am (UTC)The thing was, even if it had been she couldn't answer it -- couldn't do anything actually, much less look away, having met Nikolai's gaze. It was like being back at the barricade in the Rue de la Chanvererie, in a surreal, accelerated sort of way: the shock of impact like a musket-ball at close range, a rapidly growing feeling of weakness, and for a confused moment she thought she could smell the sharp tang of gunpowder.
Her instinct was to turn and run, but her body wouldn't listen.