[He holds his stare for a moment until his mind completely pulls itself away from the untamed gardens of the Rue Plumet. And still several more seconds pass by before he fully recalls their earlier conversation. He nods then, saying in a steady, unwavering voice,]

I remember, but I must still hope. If I do not, then what is to prevent me from forfeiting my life?

[He reaches out to grip her by the arm; it's a strong grip, almost forceful in his desperation.] She is why I am breathing, Eponine. She is my air. Without her, I drown.