"I assure you, she will not." Combeferre stood up again, quickly,glaring at the light beyond that door. He saw it too, and he did not trust it in the least. In no way was Eponine going there while he still lived.

It did not matter now that Eponine may hate him forever. He was willing to risk that if it meant that she was saved from going with 'Marius',wherever he wished to take her. Perhaps that light was where all who had left here went, but it was no time to speculate on its nature. He supposed they would all learn it in their time, when their trip through space had ended. But it must happen in its turn, and certainly this was not it. There was one approach, well, actually, there were about three variants of that approach...sub approaches, perhaps?

Not that it was the time, it was only that his mind was firing these questions at him, even as he grabbed the makeshift weapon again, and swung it at the back of Marius's head, wincing at the thud as it connected sharply.

When violence must be used, he was , of course, well prepared to do so, but this crude method of it seemed more awful than the rest. Still, he only did what he must, when he must do it. But now, to see to Eponine...