( It seems he's a little more aware than Javert is. He hadn't even noticed that he'd been injured, and that the cut is bleeding out all over his palm, down his wrist and onto the sand. He's just staring out into the lake, as if trying to right himself from something the greatly agitated him. The other man's voice snaps him out of it, though, and he insists, )
I am fine. I am simply— ( He looks down at his right hand, then, and notices the blood spilling over his palm. The sight of it doesn't seem to startle him. ) Ah. Perhaps not.
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I am fine. I am simply— ( He looks down at his right hand, then, and notices the blood spilling over his palm. The sight of it doesn't seem to startle him. ) Ah. Perhaps not.