[Javert sips. There is little other reaction in his face, beyond an inscrutable, hard flicker in his eye. Even that is nearly impossible to see, since his typically intense gaze is fixed squarely on a crack in the pavement.
He is not sure whether he feels compelled to laugh or to dry-heave. Of course Aunamee is fond of him; now that Javert knows what he is capable of, it reads like a mockery. Knowing the nature of the monster he aided at that ill-fated party, even if it was for his own ends, is a sickening thought. At least that proves he isn't totally lost to monstrosity, for whatever that is worth.]
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He is not sure whether he feels compelled to laugh or to dry-heave. Of course Aunamee is fond of him; now that Javert knows what he is capable of, it reads like a mockery. Knowing the nature of the monster he aided at that ill-fated party, even if it was for his own ends, is a sickening thought. At least that proves he isn't totally lost to monstrosity, for whatever that is worth.]
It won't happen again.
[Javert cradles the cup in his lap.]
I shall watch him and interfere when I must.