[His guard is up, and it only rises with each moment that passes. As Javert's gaze bores into him, Marco weighs his options. Stopping time - there's always that. Can the Fog's priests do anything to counter it? There's a strong possibility that they can. If they can't, what does he do with it? Take the opportunity to hurl Javert outside? That wouldn't keep him out. But physical confrontation has never suited Marco. Would Javert be vulnerable to his voice in the slightest, he wonders? Could he simply lull him away? But that wouldn't do any good when it comes to the man's suspicions - no, it would only make them worse, delay the problem instead of solving it--

And then the unbearable tension fades away, slips outside through the walls along with the fog. It's sudden enough that, for a second, Marco could swear his lungs ceased to work.

I'm capable of reason, he says.

... Marco takes a deep breath. That is good.]

If you've never wondered about the stars yourself, not even in your old life, I don't expect you to understand. [Marco speaks like he isn't quite done deflating yet; he crosses his arms to conceal a slight tremor in his hands.] Some people value curiosity as much as you value order.

[If Javert is interested in the personal touches of a home well lived in, he'll have plenty to see yet. There isn't much else that's obvious aside from that.

Technically, even the odd roomba sliding across the floor counts as that.]