"Oh," says Fantine, softly, and reaches out to stroke François's wing. "Oh. I don't understand all you mean, but some of it--yes. When I mended an apron on the farm as a child, that was--that was real work, more real than the lacework I make here, for no purpose other than it pleases me. Well, and it's for Cosette." She gives a slight smile here. "I suppose, so long as she comes here, I will have something to make this place real for me. She's living, after all, and will want her mother, and I can be useful to her..."
Well. Hopefully, anyway.
"But I think I see--how being in a world where nothing counts, and nothing grows, and all is restful..." She trails off, uncertain of how to finish her sentence.
"It's death," she says, after a moment. "And you're not dead in spirit."
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Date: 2016-07-15 01:26 am (UTC)Well. Hopefully, anyway.
"But I think I see--how being in a world where nothing counts, and nothing grows, and all is restful..." She trails off, uncertain of how to finish her sentence.
"It's death," she says, after a moment. "And you're not dead in spirit."