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Date: 2020-09-24 10:01 pm (UTC)What will happen now is left up to Javert, he thinks as they go. He has no doubts that his garage is currently being torn apart as they speak, but at least the stuff left behind there is replaceable. He never expected to be able to get the same materials given to him by Mirage again, so he'll just remake things on his own terms. His arm is definitely priceless though, so he'll just have to hope it was left behind and forgotten due to not being involved in the case. As for Solsikke...he's confident that Cassandra, Elsa, and Anna aren't just going to let someone barge in on them without due reason. And even if there's a reason...
Well. It's out of his hands at this point.
Of course, what he isn't expecting is what Javert tells him next. Words that turn his blood to ice. He's certain his already frantically hammering heart actually stopped for a moment.
Despite being pushed to the brink multiple times, he never died at the hands of the Poachers. He's never experienced the way Ryslig handles death. Frankly, he never wanted to. Nobody wants to die, right? Not even if it isn't permanent...too bad he lacks the strength to struggle as the words ring hollow in his mind.]
Y...you're going to kill me.
[Why tell him this now, instead of waiting until before it's slated to happen? So he can sit in the suffering of knowing that in the morning he'd die?]
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Date: 2020-09-24 10:24 pm (UTC)[They are bold words concerning death, of course, from one who is absolutely revolted by harm done against fellow Monsters. Bold words, indeed, from one who has suffered five deaths of his own.
Perhaps he is numbed to it, now. Perhaps his mind has melted fractionally from all the horrors he, himself, endured.
It speaks to the significance of Varian's case that he is choosing to condemn in such a way. One lousy death shall never return to Monsters the week they lost to madness; one lousy death will not make up for his treasonous intent.
Javert's body aches from his injury, but he presses onward, his square jaw tucked stubbornly into the collar of his coat. Soon, they will make it. Vampires move quickly, even when they are battered, burnt, and bruised.]
Don't cross Her will again. Were it Her plan to knock us down to our damned, wicked selves, She would do it Herself.