[Javert pinches out the match the moment the ink turns.
He decides immediately he likes this shrewd fellow. To his eye, he reads as reasonable, solemn, and willing to put in the work to unify their front. That bodes much better than his debacle with the Priest, Amanda, but that's a hellishly low bar to clear.
His own return notice is much simpler.]
The Eleventh of September at Dyster, ten-thirty in the morning. I am often up late, and I will be fresh from another appointment. The time shall not bother me.
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He decides immediately he likes this shrewd fellow. To his eye, he reads as reasonable, solemn, and willing to put in the work to unify their front. That bodes much better than his debacle with the Priest, Amanda, but that's a hellishly low bar to clear.
His own return notice is much simpler.]
The Eleventh of September at Dyster, ten-thirty in the morning. I am often up late, and I will be fresh from another appointment. The time shall not bother me.
-Javert