Valjean looks at him now, his eyes steady and sad, his hands loose and open at his sides. He is an old man now, and starting to look it, and there is no fight left in him for this.
'I am a convict in breach of my ban,' he says, softly.
'It is all that matters. If I am caught, no one will care about love. She will be ruined.'
And if he is not destroyed now, that will be the end of him. Which does not matter, but it will be the end of her too.
'You are young, Bahorel. You may think that a declaration of love is all that matters, but in the eyes of society it means nothing. I will not end her life with my mistakes. That is all.'
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Date: 2015-11-15 01:54 am (UTC)From:'I am a convict in breach of my ban,' he says, softly.
'It is all that matters. If I am caught, no one will care about love. She will be ruined.'
And if he is not destroyed now, that will be the end of him. Which does not matter, but it will be the end of her too.
'You are young, Bahorel. You may think that a declaration of love is all that matters, but in the eyes of society it means nothing. I will not end her life with my mistakes. That is all.'
He will say no more about it.