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[Varian is honestly amazed at himself that he's still awake right now. Perhaps some sort of side effect due to having been injected with this drug so many times in the past. He's not immune to it by any stretch of the imagination, but he definitely is able to fight off the initial blow. The first couple times it was administered, he remembered falling unconscious pretty much immediately. Still, that doesn't mean he has the strength to stop this from happening. He's like a limp doll in Javert's arms as he throws him roughly over his shoulder, leaving him with a wavering view of the city street below as he's carted off to prison.

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?]

[inseine]

You heard me! Be thankful I am generous enough to leave it at a swift death, and the demon AM won't get a swing at you, [he utters tonelessly. Javert's self-controlled, resolute, commanding voice resumes through his winces and sharp, pained noises. Later, in the quiet of his office, he would further rationalize his decision as the just one, one that is severe enough to serve as a warning and to please the Fog, but spares him from the cruelty Varian would have suffered beneath AM's lash.] You will be free to walk when you wake up with the coming of the Fog. I won't be so gentle for recidivists.

[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.