I'm not trying to come up with a reason, Eponine. Look at me. Think, use your reason. I know you have it.

[He scowls, looking his friend straight in the eyes.]

Before you said my name, you were perfectly content to throw knives at a tree and tell me to watch where I'm going. And then, like that? Instant snap. Then, when I say your name, I practically go weak at the knees. Remember last Aphrodisia, when she sent Eros down here to shoot at people with arrows - literal arrows - in hopes that it'd prepare us for the battle and stir up drama? This is another one of her plays, Eponine, for her amusement. And she's just trying to get us to play her roles, like little pawns.

[Which, all things considered, is something Eponine probably knows a lot about.]