The young woman hadn’t noticed him either, at least not at first. Éponine had grown accustomed to living alone. Living without her family. Yet, as the damn’s mismatched eyes fell on her brother, Ép felt a stirring in her heart. A pang of longing. She knew it had been so, so very long since she’d seen him last. The lone wolfess hesitated and then, despite herself, the lonely girl crossed over to Razor, seeking to bury her head against his shoulder. It had been so, so long since she’d last seen her brother... Since before her father’s challenge against Sin and... She sighed. “Razor...” She whispered. “It’s been a long time.” Too long... wait what was he doing here?
