"I know," she said softly. "Many I've met here, they have a life to return to. But those I care the most about here? They do not." Courfeyrac was dead. Who next in their group? Jehan? Feuilly? Bahorel? She prayed it wouldn't be Combeferre or worse, Gavroche.

"We've made our lives here as well. It is awful here, yes, but... I have had a second chance, got to know people I died with. People I never would have met before. And I have a boyfriend that loves me." He still brought her poptarts.

"I would not change that for anything." She takes a few steps from the shelves, walking around him in a half-circle. "What is your name, m'sieur?"