( Javert bares his teeth, snarling a bit at the insult, his demeanor near to that of a tiger. It's true that he's not been harmed, but he cannot say the same of his pride, and that is almost even worse. )
It won't happen again.
( He's got a better idea of what the creature is like, now, and he won't allow himself to let his guard down once more. He admires the rapier at her side for a moment, a question already on his lips when he looks back at her, wondering, )
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It won't happen again.
( He's got a better idea of what the creature is like, now, and he won't allow himself to let his guard down once more. He admires the rapier at her side for a moment, a question already on his lips when he looks back at her, wondering, )
You carry a blade with you. Who are you, then?