Praying to the Almighty, Avert?” called a voice, and Avert opened his eyes to see Rousseau and Leclerc smirking at him. Avert tipped his head and said to the others,"If I was, it would be awfully rude to interrupt my prayer, don’t you think? But, no, Leclerc. I find no solace in speaking with an imaginary puppeteer.” Rousseau, who was twenty-five and utterly dim of mind, frowned at Avert’s words. Avert rolled his eyes and sighed,"I don’t pray.

Wolves and Urchins: The Early Life of Inspector Javert