Javert stared back at Ariadne inscrutably, his thin, bloodless lips pressed tightly together.
There it was again: Doubt. Doubt in his own suitability to guard society, doubt in his place in the world. It pained him, to see this girl's eyes light up, to hear the good faith in her tone. If only she knew how much he ailed, how little he knew about the laws of Folkmore and thus, how unsuited he was to take on the mantle of a policeman so soon after his resignation! (But then, what was he suited for? He did not know where to start.) He quickly dropped his stare down to his coffee as he sipped.
--Just as the shark returned, nudging his glass police badge into his palm. He bared his teeth in a rictus of a grin, hollow and dead, and shooed the shark back on its way.
"We shall see about your Knights," he said noncommittally, squeezing the badge tightly in his palm. His grip trembled. "But school is no place for me. That, I am certain of -- not music, not flying, and not as a professor. No offense meant to you, of course, Mademoiselle."
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There it was again: Doubt. Doubt in his own suitability to guard society, doubt in his place in the world. It pained him, to see this girl's eyes light up, to hear the good faith in her tone. If only she knew how much he ailed, how little he knew about the laws of Folkmore and thus, how unsuited he was to take on the mantle of a policeman so soon after his resignation! (But then, what was he suited for? He did not know where to start.) He quickly dropped his stare down to his coffee as he sipped.
--Just as the shark returned, nudging his glass police badge into his palm. He bared his teeth in a rictus of a grin, hollow and dead, and shooed the shark back on its way.
"We shall see about your Knights," he said noncommittally, squeezing the badge tightly in his palm. His grip trembled. "But school is no place for me. That, I am certain of -- not music, not flying, and not as a professor. No offense meant to you, of course, Mademoiselle."