The Soldier stares a little as the first couple come out. Breaks into a hesitant, surprised, but very real smile at the next few. By the last one, it's actually laughing weakly. It is a day of firsts for you, Javert. You made the Soldier laugh.

"Jesus. Bad luck, mostly. And determination. And being wily little fucks that even I can't hear coming, sometimes." Whoops, language. It starts collecting its knives and tucking them away as neatly and completely as Javert had produced them-- since apparently the "punishment" was dealing with Javert being dramatic. That is the best punishment in the world, okay. Its handler has a ridiculous dramatic streak, and that has endeared him to the Soldier so much, now.

Some have to go in its pockets rather than various sheaths, because it does not actually have that many sheaths on its person, to add to its emergency stashes around the house and at Misty's. But still. So many knives.