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[never_shall_yield]

 
Javert is in his normal back corner of the bar. It was pouring rain when he finished in the forge for the day, so he came here instead of going out into the woods. He is surrounded by paper, and the odd ruler, and he is drawing something with precision on one sheet - only to finish it, shake his head and toss it away, before taking a new piece and starting again. 

This looks like it has been going on for some time, and may continue the rest of the day. And possibly night. A distraction before his hand falls off would perhaps be welcome.



[OOC: Open UNTIL THE END OF TIME. Or next Wednesday. Whichever comes first. <3

ETA: YOU FABULOUS PEOPLE. *flings love at* I must crash, but it's been a blast. Am around all day tomorrow to continue. <3]

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[never_shall_yield]

'Well, you are wrong. I have it on good authority from one of His angels.'

Javert's God is not a kind one. He would not know what to do with himself if He were.

'And on whose authority would you have it that I have done good work at all?'

[never_lost_faith]

"You are building a church," she says. "So you are a man who would do good work."

[never_shall_yield]

He sighs. People seem determined to think the best of him. It is not right they should do so; if they knew the full extent of his failures, undoubtedly they would change their opinion. And he would tell her, but he does not know her, and he is tired. It would take all night.

'Again, you presume much.'

He turns back to his work.

'Leave me be.'

[never_lost_faith]

"Monsieur Javert," she says, staying where she is.

[never_shall_yield]

He has already started to draw again. His pencil stills, and his eyes flick sideways.

'Yes?' he says, with a heavy implication of what now?

[never_lost_faith]

"God is not going to desert you now," she says. "I am looking forward to praying in your church, one day. Good evening."

And with that, she turns and walks away.