Sorry.

The word hung in the air between them, out the door and into something else. As the door swung shut, the world around them began to change, bringing them to another room, another time, another place. Marius was behind them, the door shut, the way sealed off. She'd tried to enter doors she'd exited through before, to no avail. This one, she did not doubt, would be the same.

Sobering, Eponine looked up at him. "Sorry," she repeated softly. "You are sorry. ...Michel, you are the first to tell me that in all my life."