[Jesus fucking Christ Javert, he does not always smell of bread. He probably almost never smells of bread he is not a baker
also lol your sword is not there that's what the merch booth is for mate
ANYWAY, Valjean turns with what seems to be general equanimity, despite...well, all of this. He knew it was coming. He doesn't even react to the duct tape being inexplicably brandished at him, except to sing - the same melody, but certainly more melodious, taking it a step past where Javert did.]
I am not running, good Inspector. There is nowhere here to run. We are all trapped here together. In this web that they have spun...
[He trails off, considering the man before him for a moment. Strange. He had thought perhaps the picture was false, but no; he acts like Javert, speaks like him. He simply isn't the man who's pursued him all these years.
There's nothing for it, really, but to find out what this is. No escape now for either of them.]
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also lol your sword is not there that's what the merch booth is for mate
ANYWAY, Valjean turns with what seems to be general equanimity, despite...well, all of this. He knew it was coming. He doesn't even react to the duct tape being inexplicably brandished at him, except to sing - the same melody, but certainly more melodious, taking it a step past where Javert did.]
I am not running, good Inspector.
There is nowhere here to run.
We are all trapped here together.
In this web that they have spun...
[He trails off, considering the man before him for a moment. Strange. He had thought perhaps the picture was false, but no; he acts like Javert, speaks like him. He simply isn't the man who's pursued him all these years.
There's nothing for it, really, but to find out what this is. No escape now for either of them.]
You are Inspector Javert, then?