Inspector Javert looks at the young, still figure of Gavroche. His hair is soaked with blood and with rain. His clear eyes, once full of life and vigor, are blank and empty, staring vacantly into space. Javert wishes that he could see the eyes move, if only in the accusatory glare that he wore when he revealed Javert's disguise. But his eyes stay unmoving and vacant, and a clear glassy glaze has formed over them.

Liar!

Javert looks down at the still figure. Javert is the law; why is he feeling compassion for one who broke it, and who revealed Javert's own disguise? But he does. Garvoche's voice fill's Javert's mind.

Good evening, dear Inspector, lovely evening, my dear.

No. It wasn't a good evening. Not at all. Innocent lives were lost, and values were thrown to the wind that evening.

I know this man my friends, his name's Inspector Javert! So don't believe a word he says 'cause none of it's true.

At first, all he reacted out of was anger. But would he not have done the same thing, if the situations had been reversed? If his loyalty was to his friends instead of to the law? Now it's too late to apologize.

This only goes to show what little people can do.

And little people know, when little people fight.

But did this little person know when to retreat? To fall back?

We may look easy pickings, but we've got some bite!

This little person had been an easy picking. One little bullet had snuffed the light out of him.

So never kick a dog, because he's just a pup! We fight like twenty armies and we don't give up!

This pup had not given up, and had fought to the last. He may have been with he wrong cause, but he was brave. Suddenly, Javert realizes that although it may be too late to apologize, there is something he can do. Slowly, he unpins his medal from his uniform and reverently pin's it onto the boy's clothes. In the rain, nobody notices the tear fall down the inspector's cheek.

So you better run for cover when the pup grows up!

Thanks to the men Javert worked with, spied for, this was a pup that would never grow up.

And must I now begin to doubt?

Who never doubted, all these years?

But now he doubts. He doubts the justice of a world that would let a young boy die. And his world is falling apart, because justice was all he had stood for.

My heart is stone, and still it trembles

The world I have known is lost in shadows…