[Javert was thinking in the long term; if there were a hypothetical escape underway, how would Monsters eat, how long would they bank on being able to stay away? The longer they were out on that star-crossed journey, the hungrier the team would get. That was where cannibalism came in. Atrocious planning from top to bottom, and he would be hard-pressed to believe otherwise.
Elias's interference is another matter. The reason he questions Marco so intensely is because he has found no hard evidence to suggest the boy's involvement, even if a suspicion nags at him. He would like to either verify it as fact, or stamp out the possibility and move on to other angles, and this was his swiftest course to do so.
So what is it that he sees in Marco's eyes, now, with his harried answer, flush with irritation? Javert silently scrutinizes, sparks flying in his pupils. He takes in the ebbing wave of fear, the worry. He delves deeper, irises aflame, and recognizes the frustration mounting within them. He pushes and he nudges and he wrangles, just slightly, his mental hooks ready to take aim and commandeer Marco's faculties straight out from under him.
But then something remarkable happens. With frustration overriding the fear in Marco's heart, Javert's gaze withdraws. He listens, and he hears the message, and he judges it as true. His grip on his cane loosens, and he absently, thoughtfully twists it in his palms, the veil of fog slowly thinning and seeping straight back out of the room.]
There we are, that's good, [he says sententiously, chin held high.] I'm capable of reason, Evangelisti. I can see you speak honestly. [His brow arches, the corner of his mouth crimping in a strange cross between a smirk and a grimace.] And I can see that you went out of your way to allow a group of cads the tools to fly this foolish mission of theirs. With the Mana witch's name attached to this, it is no wonder it ended poorly. Her raison d'être may as well be sabotage, after all.
[Javert snorts, finally comfortable enough to turn away and scan the room for anything else of fervent interest. He refrains from handling anything else, contenting himself with committing the room to memory.]
What is so pressing about the stars that they paid her for the powers to get up there, anyway?
CW: cannibalism
Elias's interference is another matter. The reason he questions Marco so intensely is because he has found no hard evidence to suggest the boy's involvement, even if a suspicion nags at him. He would like to either verify it as fact, or stamp out the possibility and move on to other angles, and this was his swiftest course to do so.
So what is it that he sees in Marco's eyes, now, with his harried answer, flush with irritation? Javert silently scrutinizes, sparks flying in his pupils. He takes in the ebbing wave of fear, the worry. He delves deeper, irises aflame, and recognizes the frustration mounting within them. He pushes and he nudges and he wrangles, just slightly, his mental hooks ready to take aim and commandeer Marco's faculties straight out from under him.
But then something remarkable happens. With frustration overriding the fear in Marco's heart, Javert's gaze withdraws. He listens, and he hears the message, and he judges it as true. His grip on his cane loosens, and he absently, thoughtfully twists it in his palms, the veil of fog slowly thinning and seeping straight back out of the room.]
There we are, that's good, [he says sententiously, chin held high.] I'm capable of reason, Evangelisti. I can see you speak honestly. [His brow arches, the corner of his mouth crimping in a strange cross between a smirk and a grimace.] And I can see that you went out of your way to allow a group of cads the tools to fly this foolish mission of theirs. With the Mana witch's name attached to this, it is no wonder it ended poorly. Her raison d'être may as well be sabotage, after all.
[Javert snorts, finally comfortable enough to turn away and scan the room for anything else of fervent interest. He refrains from handling anything else, contenting himself with committing the room to memory.]
What is so pressing about the stars that they paid her for the powers to get up there, anyway?