But it isn't fatal, and the startled cry he lets out instead is far from a death rattle. Valjean's on his feet in an instant, pressing a hand over the wound as he turns about to face his foe. A thousand impulses are suddenly screaming to him all at once - there is power in me yet - and for a moment he squares his stance, broad shoulders braced as if to fight, or maybe shove his way past and flee.
Upon recognizing his attacker, he does neither.]
D-ne?
[The look on her face pierces the roaring in his head. She is young, and she is afraid. Blood is oozing out from between his fingers, slick on his palm, but she is so young.
Valjean lets out one heavy breath, then shifts into a less aggressive posture and holds out his free hand.]
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But it isn't fatal, and the startled cry he lets out instead is far from a death rattle. Valjean's on his feet in an instant, pressing a hand over the wound as he turns about to face his foe. A thousand impulses are suddenly screaming to him all at once - there is power in me yet - and for a moment he squares his stance, broad shoulders braced as if to fight, or maybe shove his way past and flee.
Upon recognizing his attacker, he does neither.]
D-ne?
[The look on her face pierces the roaring in his head. She is young, and she is afraid. Blood is oozing out from between his fingers, slick on his palm, but she is so young.
Valjean lets out one heavy breath, then shifts into a less aggressive posture and holds out his free hand.]
Give it to me, D-ne.