The visible injuries are healed. But if Javert can read the measure of a man just by looking at him, it's clear, he is not unmarred by their encounter.
'You are a singular individual, Javert. I have never met someone as, prepossessed as you are. You hold yourself apart from -- everything. And yet, you are not impervious.' He holds himself steady as the man approaches him.
'There are many ways to ask the question and receive an answer.'
(Our ways are not your ways.)
He felt something, he's sure of it. It was there, right beneath his skin, right behind his eyes. It wasn't his imagination, he felt something.
'But as you say, you were never mine to be lost.'
He was, for a span of heartbeats, entirely his. That part he will never forget.
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'You are a singular individual, Javert. I have never met someone as, prepossessed as you are. You hold yourself apart from -- everything. And yet, you are not impervious.' He holds himself steady as the man approaches him.
'There are many ways to ask the question and receive an answer.'
He felt something, he's sure of it. It was there, right beneath his skin, right behind his eyes. It wasn't his imagination, he felt something.
'But as you say, you were never mine to be lost.'
He was, for a span of heartbeats, entirely his. That part he will never forget.