( Stitches would not go amiss, considering how deep the claw marks are. It looks much worse than it feels, and perhaps that is because of the adrenaline still coursing through him, or because he's more tolerant of pain than most. Either way, he doesn't make so much as grunt as the Soldier rips apart his shirtsleeve. Before he can say anything, Javert snarls, )
Do not think to offer me any drugs. I will not take them.
( He needs his wits about him, after all, and he has never cared much for opiates to begin with. )
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Do not think to offer me any drugs. I will not take them.
( He needs his wits about him, after all, and he has never cared much for opiates to begin with. )