[ the paper falls to the ground because he whirls right back around and steps right up in his face, just furious, about three seconds from throwing a punch and holding himself back by the sheer grace of god. ]
It doesn't matter?! Her life doesn't matter?! Someone attacked her. There's no people on this bloody nightmare, if you haven't noticed - that means someone here did it. There's a big difference between a poorly made machine and intention, and even if there weren't, she's a person with a life.
[ 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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Vi was murdered last night. Not killed in an accident. Not thrown off of some - contraption of a machine, she was murdered. Same with Fushiguro.
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[a little shake of his head.]
I don't feel differently about death just because of how it happened. Those accidents are someone's fault, too, even if it's just sloppy maintenance.
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It doesn't matter?! Her life doesn't matter?! Someone attacked her. There's no people on this bloody nightmare, if you haven't noticed - that means someone here did it. There's a big difference between a poorly made machine and intention, and even if there weren't, she's a person with a life.
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[not that she didn't matter.]
The ones who die every day back in the facility are people with lives, too, but that's never made any difference in how it happens.
[it's mostly the same tired, defeated tone as usual, but-- there's a bitter edge in it.]
I helped drag her out of the water, and tried to help stop her bleeding. She was gonna be okay.
...And then she died anyway. Same as it always is.
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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.