( He looks away, down at his lap, and the hands that he has twisted together. It's a habit of his, toying with things when he is pensive or nervous. Sometimes it is the handle of his lantern, other times it is his whiskers. The leather of his gloves creaks with each movement, and it is like thunder in his ears. He halts the movement abruptly, still at a loss for what to say. )
Because it is what preceded my death. I never told you, did I?
( There aren't many people who know. It's not something Javert likes to discuss, even with those that he trusts. )
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Because it is what preceded my death. I never told you, did I?
( There aren't many people who know. It's not something Javert likes to discuss, even with those that he trusts. )