"Well, what is there to be scared of?" She laughed. "I think perhaps that you might be thinking of being scared too much. You should not let yourself be scared."

She took a bite of her sandwich, chewing more slowly now so she could savour the taste, whilst Axel spoke.

"My mistakes could not be avoided, I do not think. Perhaps I should have run away when I was little, or taken care of Gavroche. I do not think on my past, monsieur."
In her past, she sees terrified faces of the people Montparnasse murdered in front of her, and the lecherous sighs of the men who paid to satisfy themselves with her.
"For me, there is only time to go on. Perhaps here, I can have butter every day. Maybe learn to be an angel. And you, monsieur. Your future will be different too. Your future can be anything."