Javert let his eyes follow the mark, making it look as if his mouth was almost falling out in amazement. Internally, he was struggling not to reveal his true motives. He hated acting.
"Eight people hold the sign of the light protector in simple birth marks," He said, ignoring the customary 'on their wrist'. No help to him. He kept the one of his wrist hidden, as an ace in the hole if she thought she found out he was lying. "Four.. girls (He hesitated to allow his eyes to theatrically flick towards her wrist), four boys, all picked to be the protectors of light. Most of us just think that the mark is just a normal birth mark. They, we hold the fate of the world in our hands. That part is kind of hard to explain. What we do know is that if we all don't gather, the world could get even worse," Javert said, sounding as if he was admitting something, but allowing a shiver to travel up his spine.