When Jean finally came back, Fantine and Javert ran over to talk to him.
"I can't believe you hit Bamatabois," Javert said.
Fantine grinned, "That was awesome!"
Jean grinned back, "Thanks!"
"That wasn't awesome," Javert frowned, "You shouldn't fight violence with violence."
"Well, I had to do something," Jean said. "Relax."
"No, that was wrong," Javert said. Why couldn't Jean and Fantine see that punching Bamatabois wasn't right?
Fantine put her hands on her hips, "So, you're on Bamatabois' side, then?"
"No," Javert protested.
"Really, cause you don't seem to be on my side," Jean said, crossing his arms.
Javert frowned, "I just follow the rules—"
"So you won't even back up your own friends!" Fantine said.
"So if we get beat up, it's our fault?" Jean demanded.
"No!" Javert said, "I'm just trying to tell you that following rules is handy and—"
"And it'll help you make friends?" Fantine asked. "Because it won't! We're your only friends, Javert!"
Javert bit his lip and narrowed his eyes. He turned around and stormed away from his friends before he started crying.