Throughout the entire speech, he listened very carefully. He has been fully honest and forthright with Ring-Spirit about his spat with Bakura; that he had thought he had flown a white flag, allowed the man to kill him with the intent of dousing the most fervid of his hatred, and pave the way for a functional alliance afterwards. The fact that, at last, this harpy who behaves like he's somehow pulling one over Javert's head, has put into words exactly what Javert needed to understand what he was missing is incredible to him.
Incredible and terribly enlightening. A switch flicks in his head.]
Semantics! [he exclaims, a non-sequitur beside what came before. The granite facade crumbles, a tepid calm resumes its place. He is completely unbothered by Ring-Spirit's accusations that the Fog doesn't want what Javert has to offer; it is quite plain to him that She approves of his interpretation of Her will. He explains in a charged tone, realization smoothing his face,] The heart implies softness. That was the meaning I heard. What you are telling me is the same as our basest impulses. That is a different meaning altogether.
[Yes. All of this was flubbed up due to pedantry. Javert simply doesn't have a bone in him that could call his passions, his bloodlust and violence, heart.]
I am not soft. Monsters are not soft. We cannot be soft and quailing with our operations. Do you understand me?
Is this where Bakura has misunderstood? Unbelievable.
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Date: 2023-09-21 12:14 am (UTC)Throughout the entire speech, he listened very carefully. He has been fully honest and forthright with Ring-Spirit about his spat with Bakura; that he had thought he had flown a white flag, allowed the man to kill him with the intent of dousing the most fervid of his hatred, and pave the way for a functional alliance afterwards. The fact that, at last, this harpy who behaves like he's somehow pulling one over Javert's head, has put into words exactly what Javert needed to understand what he was missing is incredible to him.
Incredible and terribly enlightening. A switch flicks in his head.]
Semantics! [he exclaims, a non-sequitur beside what came before. The granite facade crumbles, a tepid calm resumes its place. He is completely unbothered by Ring-Spirit's accusations that the Fog doesn't want what Javert has to offer; it is quite plain to him that She approves of his interpretation of Her will. He explains in a charged tone, realization smoothing his face,] The heart implies softness. That was the meaning I heard. What you are telling me is the same as our basest impulses. That is a different meaning altogether.
[Yes. All of this was flubbed up due to pedantry. Javert simply doesn't have a bone in him that could call his passions, his bloodlust and violence, heart.]
I am not soft. Monsters are not soft. We cannot be soft and quailing with our operations. Do you understand me?
Is this where Bakura has misunderstood? Unbelievable.