[Javert snorts derisively, bringing the 'life' back to his face. In a manner of speaking, for a corpselike vampire.]
It is a talisman, [he says wryly, stating the obvious.] You'll make better use out of this than me.
[He idly pricks his fingers on the succulent's pointed tips, brushing over them with a ghostly touch. It is Javert's habit to keep his hands busy under his strange anxieties.]
When you find yourself captive, or in an inescapable bind, you put this on. Around your neck, not in your pocket or elsewhere. It will put you to sleep, and when you wake, you will be... [his frown deepens with revulsion.] Elsewhere. Wherever it chooses to take you. I don't know where.
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It is a talisman, [he says wryly, stating the obvious.] You'll make better use out of this than me.
[He idly pricks his fingers on the succulent's pointed tips, brushing over them with a ghostly touch. It is Javert's habit to keep his hands busy under his strange anxieties.]
When you find yourself captive, or in an inescapable bind, you put this on. Around your neck, not in your pocket or elsewhere. It will put you to sleep, and when you wake, you will be... [his frown deepens with revulsion.] Elsewhere. Wherever it chooses to take you. I don't know where.