( Javert takes the sword from her, but as for the rest, he shakes his head. )

I'm perfectly capable of carrying my own belongings.

( Perhaps that is a point of pride, too, foolish as it is. He takes the blades and tucks them into a bag, and the others go in there with it. As he's picking up the remainder — his first aid supplies, notebook, coat, hat, lantern — he asks, )

What would you have me challenge you in? Do not say science. We already know who is the better of the two of us in that regard.