Was it possibly a coincidence, to find this young man who learned a lesson in less than half the time Javert took to learn his? Carden spoke words that could have come out of his own mouth, with a few changes in key words and without the happiness.
For the first time in his life, Javert, usually always ready with a witty quip, did not know what to say. The pain of his own revelations about the conflicting natures of law, justice, and moral good was still too fresh. And for just a split second, Carden may have been able to read the utter confusion boggling around in his head behind that ransacking, probing stare.
But then the subject of dinner came up.
Javert was caught unawares by the question, and it gave him little time to catch himself and shift gears to food of all things. Preferences? To be frank, not only was he entirely unfamiliar with modern Italian food, but his typical diet consisted of a simple peasant stew, bread, cheese, and a glass of cheap wine. He lived a Spartan lifestyle and indulged infrequently. A police officer's wages did not earn Javert the high life back in Paris.
"Something simple," was all he managed to offer up, a grimace creeping onto his faze. "Don't give me much of a care. I am in your service, you remember. It is your money, your choice."
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Was it possibly a coincidence, to find this young man who learned a lesson in less than half the time Javert took to learn his? Carden spoke words that could have come out of his own mouth, with a few changes in key words and without the happiness.
For the first time in his life, Javert, usually always ready with a witty quip, did not know what to say. The pain of his own revelations about the conflicting natures of law, justice, and moral good was still too fresh. And for just a split second, Carden may have been able to read the utter confusion boggling around in his head behind that ransacking, probing stare.
But then the subject of dinner came up.
Javert was caught unawares by the question, and it gave him little time to catch himself and shift gears to food of all things. Preferences? To be frank, not only was he entirely unfamiliar with modern Italian food, but his typical diet consisted of a simple peasant stew, bread, cheese, and a glass of cheap wine. He lived a Spartan lifestyle and indulged infrequently. A police officer's wages did not earn Javert the high life back in Paris.
"Something simple," was all he managed to offer up, a grimace creeping onto his faze. "Don't give me much of a care. I am in your service, you remember. It is your money, your choice."