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Is this - Is it working?
You can leave a message for me and I'll get back to you.

[The voice makes her freeze. And for a long time she sits on her bed, just staring at her dreamberry. But after a long, long moment, she has steadied herself to answer,]

You have no proof I took it. You cannot prove it - it is... good you found it, though, Monsieur. Only - you must work to put money on it. You have not worked; there is no money. You cannot put me in jail. Nobody will believe you.

--And how would you know there isn't any money on there? Is it because you spent it?

[He wasn't going to point out that money had returned to the device. From what had been explained simply sleeping and dreaming had earned them income. They didn't necessarily have to work.]

NO! Because you said that I had taken it - and I know you have no job - and we both know, Sir, that money is not given for nothing. So how would you have anything? You have lazed in the school instead of working. That is how I know.

[She actually feels quite smug. He cannot find any holes in that argument, surely.]

There was money on the device that is provided to us upon arrival. It is enough to get us started. I can easily visit various shops and inquire with in. The proof isn't too hard to gather.

[Being lazy was the last thing to call him. If he had his way he would have been working. She was really beginning to press his buttons. It also meant she was panicking.]

[busted. Busted in the worst possible way. By the worst possible person.]

So now what, Inspector? What am I to do now, when you are so convinced?

[He wanted to arrest her right there on the spot, but saddly he could not. He still wasn't part of the police force and he didn't have the proof at hand to back up his theory. He wasn't going to tell her this. He had to make sure that she would still fear and take him seriously instead of the mockery she tried to pull a while back.]

Finally giving up on your stories?

[She closes her eyes, trying to think. What to do, what to do? She is so stuck. She's going to jail. She's not a lady. She's a thief. And she has no answer for Javert. So she tries to wind him up instead.]

You can't arrest me. You're nothing here. You are less than me, for I am a baker now. That is not a story. I have only ever told the truth.

I'll be sure to find you at this bakery of yours, Jondrette. You'll get to have the humilation of being arrested at the ony place that hired you. Who will hire you afterward should you get out?

[There's another long silence. Possibly the sound of a stifled sob. But then - ]

You may try, Monsieur. I knew it though, always - you do not want me to be a lady. Can you not allow me to be a lady?

Enjoy the little time you have left of your freedom....

[He then ends his feed.]

Edited 2013-06-10 00:30 (UTC)

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