[For all the atrocities Javert has committed, all the blood he's shed by his own hands -- he was never a bad cop. He doesn't remember it this way, because every single one of his human memories (the ones that remain, for they are all nothing but slivers and fragments now that he is left to piece together into an incoherent whole) are mired in a thick black stain. Where he once cast himself as a righteous hero, he has recast as the villain; what he once thought was probity and following the letter of the law, he now sees in himself as nothing better than selfishness and crude ambition and unwillingness to see beyond the written word.
If he knew what she was thinking, he would take the insults, and resolutely agree with every word.
That isn't what would endear him to her, that's for sure.]
Nothing leaves this room. I swear to you upon my death-scars and my blood, and upon my duty to Her, that not a word shall slither off. Not even of our agreement to our mutual allies.
[He lowers his head in a tilt, eyes half-lidded.]
Unless you wish it.
Furthermore, heft the blame in my direction for whatever credit you are unwilling to take, and take only that which you want. I don't mind.
Thank Tal2!
[For all the atrocities Javert has committed, all the blood he's shed by his own hands -- he was never a bad cop. He doesn't remember it this way, because every single one of his human memories (the ones that remain, for they are all nothing but slivers and fragments now that he is left to piece together into an incoherent whole) are mired in a thick black stain. Where he once cast himself as a righteous hero, he has recast as the villain; what he once thought was probity and following the letter of the law, he now sees in himself as nothing better than selfishness and crude ambition and unwillingness to see beyond the written word.
If he knew what she was thinking, he would take the insults, and resolutely agree with every word.
That isn't what would endear him to her, that's for sure.]
Nothing leaves this room. I swear to you upon my death-scars and my blood, and upon my duty to Her, that not a word shall slither off. Not even of our agreement to our mutual allies.
[He lowers his head in a tilt, eyes half-lidded.]
Unless you wish it.
Furthermore, heft the blame in my direction for whatever credit you are unwilling to take, and take only that which you want. I don't mind.