innocence. ❛ — it is a complicated matter. ❜ HE , deliverer of justice ; sword never sheathed. six million years for this moment. six million years for the trial , the verdict , the sentence. the broken crown his enemy wore buried with the rest of the pariahs burnt at the stake. and yet , who would he be to not extend a hand of mercy ? was the pain he felt ( in the BEGINNING of the end ) not that of HIS , too ? ❛ – you imply that you are aware of the crimes he has committed, and yet you still seek to defend him in court ? ❜
( lethal indifference ; it’s innate, it’s conditioned. one does things not for the sake of morality but for the sake of fame -- sure, justice & mercy are two things she knows like the back of her hand, but is there any true sentiment to them within her recognition? likely not, as victory is always a step higher than ethics. his words elicit a sort of scoff, dagger bound, harsh like all things about her are. arms fold across her chest, & her chin lifts upward, a haughty gesture, & her gaze simmers upon the other, raking at his features, seeking a sort of understanding of things. )
❛ similar to a sentiment john adams once held, all sentient beings are entitled to a fair trial. is it wrong of me to reason that any member of your species will be fairly incapable of securing that? ❜










