"Perhaps." She'd like one, but, it would be useless, now that she was older. She had her brother to take care of now. Her brother, her boyfriend, her friends. A doll, in comparison, was useless. "I'm hardly good." She hadn't been good before, and she wasn't now.

Eponine is quick enough to pull the knife back when Johanna turns around. That advice, though she's prepared to disagree, is apt. Extremely. "Oh. That is..." Even her parents hadn't cared about her past. They cared about the now. Making money. Being able to eat. It fit her own circumstances, too. Why care about the past when you didn't even know if you had tomorrow.

"You are a very smart woman, Johanna."