Already pumping you full of propaganda, [Javert murmurs darkly, pinching the bridge of his nose.] You cannot see anything sticky because they gave you their opinion only.
[He thrusts a discerning, unrelenting stare on Temrer.]
You realize had they become your cowardly politicians, they would not have wasted their lives? Nor the lives of the guardsmen they shot? They would not have incited a bloody riot that amounted to nothing, and they might not have popped up in this lost world because of it.
[Javert does not delight in speaking about this; far from it. It is an unsavory, repulsive truth, at least in the way he sees it.]
Rebellion is not the way to 'get them what they want.' They are not children crying for a bonbon! These are men, with knives and muskets like any other rogue militiaman.
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[He thrusts a discerning, unrelenting stare on Temrer.]
You realize had they become your cowardly politicians, they would not have wasted their lives? Nor the lives of the guardsmen they shot? They would not have incited a bloody riot that amounted to nothing, and they might not have popped up in this lost world because of it.
[Javert does not delight in speaking about this; far from it. It is an unsavory, repulsive truth, at least in the way he sees it.]
Rebellion is not the way to 'get them what they want.' They are not children crying for a bonbon! These are men, with knives and muskets like any other rogue militiaman.
It was not glorious. All it was was a mess.