"I suppose, Madame." Eponine doesn't really care in the slightest, if she's honest. She is fully convinced that God has abandoned her and all men and women like her, and she's made her peace with that. She doesn't care. Or, at least, she hadn't cared. Not before she came to Teleios. How could hell be worse than Paris?

But here... here, life is well. And she hates the thought of eventually ending up somewhere like Paris. She should probably be more enthusiastic in the hope that this God will forgive her and not send her back to life as a street rat.

She lets Anne manipulate her hands. "It's just... I cannot imagine a man on a cloud looking after rats like me. Even if I wanted it... People like me are bad, Madame. I'm bad. God should like good people like you."