That is not, in fact, the answer Enjolras expected.
What he expected was either a yes, or it doesn't matter whether it's just. Not this -- and not that deep fury, the answer dragged forth as if by carthorses, and unmistakably truthful.
Well then.
"Thank you, monsieur."
It's not gentle, and there's no less dislike than ever; but the cordiality is a little more genuine and less scornful than usual.
He will not prolong this conversation. Let that answer, voiced aloud, sit with Javert. If anything sways him, now or ever, it will be his own thoughts, and nothing from Enjolras will be anything but counterproductive.
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That is not, in fact, the answer Enjolras expected.
What he expected was either a yes, or it doesn't matter whether it's just. Not this -- and not that deep fury, the answer dragged forth as if by carthorses, and unmistakably truthful.
Well then.
"Thank you, monsieur."
It's not gentle, and there's no less dislike than ever; but the cordiality is a little more genuine and less scornful than usual.
He will not prolong this conversation. Let that answer, voiced aloud, sit with Javert. If anything sways him, now or ever, it will be his own thoughts, and nothing from Enjolras will be anything but counterproductive.