Homeless, voice-testing; perhaps heading to entranceway

[willbegone]

My dear mundane, I suspect that this is becoming a pattern with you.

Can you not leave me to my own devices? If you are determined to pursue this course of action and to ignore my wishes, then I suppose I must resign myself to the inevitable.

And yet I must make one more attempt. I do hope you will reconsider, even so.

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[moreofalark]

[ Cosette smiles, insisting. No displeased fathers on her watch.] Yes, but there is no need for you to worry. The only trouble I have encountered so far has been being separated from you. I understand your feelings, but I wish for you to be happy no matter the case.

[willbegone]

[Ah, seeing Cosette's smile is like a soothing balm to Valjean. He is glad that she is whole and seemingly well. And yet, there is a trace of a frown on his face.] I cannot help but worry, Cosette, when such plots are afoot.