[It's soft, and far from self-pitying. She even smiles faintly, not so much happy as simply remembering. It is somewhat comforting to be acknowledged like this: that though it doesn't make anything better, at the very least they can understand one another on this level.]
He would stop us in the street sometimes just to indulge it. Getting candy for a child, or juggling to make a group of them laugh . . . to try and make me laugh. He was ridiculous.
[A few seconds, and then she focuses back on Javert.]
What was he like, your criminal? In the time you worked with him, you must have gotten to know him a fair bit.
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[It's soft, and far from self-pitying. She even smiles faintly, not so much happy as simply remembering. It is somewhat comforting to be acknowledged like this: that though it doesn't make anything better, at the very least they can understand one another on this level.]
He would stop us in the street sometimes just to indulge it. Getting candy for a child, or juggling to make a group of them laugh . . . to try and make me laugh. He was ridiculous.
[A few seconds, and then she focuses back on Javert.]
What was he like, your criminal? In the time you worked with him, you must have gotten to know him a fair bit.