( Javert looks back at him, then, his expression bewildered and uncertain. A look of recognition crosses his features, and for a moment, he seems to have come back to himself, understanding his words. He touches Soldat's sleeve. )

You needn't promise me anything. I've forgiven of you for your misdeeds long ago.

( As for the other matter, Javert can't help but feel guilty. He had not meant to scare him, merely to reassure him that he's not going anywhere, and he chastises himself for choosing his words so carelessly. Perhaps he will not feel such a way once the lanterns are able to repaired again, but for now, )

If you wish it of me, I would have no other reason to live.