[ this is enough at least to get him to back off a little - with an angry huff, he steps back, jittering, rubs his hand over his face for something to do with them, to force himself to breathe. just like the soiree. keep it together. keep it together.
it's fine. it hurts all over again, like ripping out his heart, a burn reopened, a fire that never left. ]
[before it drives you mad. before you keep trying and trying to save people who will never be safe, change things that will never be changed. before you become disillusioned and resigned and bitter.
this just kind of makes him let out a strangled almost laugh because it is like a ridiculous thing to say, it feels ridiculous, this entire thing feels ridiculous and he's as frayed as a livewire. with that, he just rubs his hand over his face again - exhausted, bone deep exhausted. ]
That's not the point, and you know it. [ but it just sounds more tired, now, some of that fire finally going out. ]
[he really would rather be dead than keep seeing people die. he'd rather just not exist at this point-- there's never been anything he could do about it.
[ but he's tired now, too, full of grief and promises and as ever, too little, too late. as for the last question: ]
Justice says it's a way to present evidence and logic that leads to determine the innocence or guilt of someone who committed a crime. We don't really have them either. Not fair ones. [ metaphor? having a functioning justice system? lol ] If he thinks we can catch whoever did it that way, I'll take it.
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it's fine. it hurts all over again, like ripping out his heart, a burn reopened, a fire that never left. ]
That doesn't mean it's any reason to stop caring.
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[before it drives you mad. before you keep trying and trying to save people who will never be safe, change things that will never be changed. before you become disillusioned and resigned and bitter.
before you end up like him, basically.]
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[ it's out of his mouth immediately, sharp as a tack. ]
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this just kind of makes him let out a strangled almost laugh because it is like a ridiculous thing to say, it feels ridiculous, this entire thing feels ridiculous and he's as frayed as a livewire. with that, he just rubs his hand over his face again - exhausted, bone deep exhausted. ]
That's not the point, and you know it. [ but it just sounds more tired, now, some of that fire finally going out. ]
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[he really would rather be dead than keep seeing people die. he'd rather just not exist at this point-- there's never been anything he could do about it.
but he brushes it off with a sigh.]
What's a trial, anyway.
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[ but he's tired now, too, full of grief and promises and as ever, too little, too late. as for the last question: ]
Justice says it's a way to present evidence and logic that leads to determine the innocence or guilt of someone who committed a crime. We don't really have them either. Not fair ones. [ metaphor? having a functioning justice system? lol ] If he thinks we can catch whoever did it that way, I'll take it.