[A sharp smile alights Javert's face, darkness gleaming in his eye. He marches dutifully after his colleague, his hat tucked beneath his arm.]

Let us say I mean to be choosy about which fellows I hold in confidence. And how they are held. Do not assume you are the first I have approached and wedded to an agreement. We need not be all in one room to cooperate our strikes well enough.

[So count yourself lucky, Noa. You are in on this conspiracy, along with as many other Priests as he can hook his claws into. His face flattens, growing wan and thin.]

Besides. There is a dire need for this now, more than any of the last number of years we have existed here. Certainly you notice it, too. Her thinning influence.