Half-Blood Hill

[Live, from Hermes Cabin, it's Eponine! Before she speaks, though, she holds up two pictures. One, taken from behind, years ago. A taller boy has his arm around the shoulders of a tiny, skinny girl, and she's looking up at him, just as he looks down at her. There's something familial about the picture.

The other is, well, clearly Eponine this time, still younger than she is now, scowling at another boy her own age, holding up a pillow as if it were some sort of shield.

Eponine takes the pictures back from the rainbow a few inches, focusing on her.]

Markel said something to me that had me thinking. Hermes' kids aren't known for our loyalty.

[She gestures again to the pictures, before setting them on her lap.]

So, here's some food for thought: What makes us, what makes anyone decide to turn against you? What do they have that camp doesn't? What is camp doing that makes us want another option?

I don't have an answer.

But I'm fucking tired of watching my brothers die.

[Guess who's back, back again? Epiny's back, tell a friend.

Or don't, but come December 30th, you can spot Eponine making her way back to Cabin 11, wrapped in a new sweater, a gift from Enjolras. She's pale, her makeup completely gone, and walks as though, for the first time in her life, she's unsure of where she's stepping. She's wearing Dave's sunglasses again, of course, to hide the deep circles under her eyes, and, more startling than anything, is just now thin she looks.

Because for the past month or so, Eponine has, in case you missed it, living in the Big House, going through all sorts of withdrawal.

So you know how your liquor became milk, pot became easter grass, and cigarettes were replaced with candy cigarettes? That's her fault.

But you'll find her back, and even more withdrawn than usual. If you were one of the lovely people to come visit her, well... Thank you.]

[Eponine is chilling out on the roof of Hermes cabin, an empty water bottle next to her as she looks out over the camp from her perch. There's still a bit of glitter on her thanks to her run-in with Charlie and the Glitter Monster, but we're not going to talk about that.

Seriously. Don't talk about it.

She doesn't look at the rainbow.] Who's excited to go home?

Three days, and it's back to Brooklyn for me, and I could not be happier. [Mostly. She'll miss some people. But she's not going to talk about that, either.]

It's been a long summer, and the Long Island heat is miserable. Don't get me wrong, Brooklyn smells like shit in the summer, but I'd rather be on the fire escape there then on the rooftop here. So, uh, consider this a good-bye message. I'll forget otherwise and, [She turns towards the rainbow, her movements loose as she leans back against part of the roof.] I figure I owe a few of you a goodbye. And good riddance.

[Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but she really was going to miss some people this year.]

Maybe I'll see you next year. Who knows. Maybe not.