( An odd, but not unfamiliar feeling wells up in his chest, twisting and curling around his wooden heart like a vine. He doesn't know if he will ever stop weeping, and were he not so inebriated, perhaps he would have willed himself to stop, but Javert does not anything by halves, and so he cries.
He doesn't know if he deserves such consideration. )
It did. ( He manages, speaking of that night at the courthouse. ) When you died, I felt your absence clearly, and the feeling of it frightened me.
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He doesn't know if he deserves such consideration. )
It did. ( He manages, speaking of that night at the courthouse. ) When you died, I felt your absence clearly, and the feeling of it frightened me.