Novel & Cerita Justice Is Best Served Cold

It was a bet between us. My speech was on "A New Definition of Justice." My logic was sharp, my words powerful. "True justice is not about revenge. It’s about using greater power to protect what's worth protecting." The words resonated with the audience. Professors nodded. Students watched in admiration. But I didn't see the man under a plane tree just beyond the crowd. Julian was a ghost at the edge of the crowd, hollowed out and broken, his eyes chained to me. His hair was a mess, his face bruised. Three days on a bus had left him looking gaunt and broken.

Kill soldiers that aren't yours! Everyone looks at me firmly, with the same question in a clear and personal way. - The Justice. — I replied coldly. — Honor and the law that whoever betrays me will die anyway, without even a form of protection. Your soldiers have joined forces with everything that could destroy me... take away my power... so what would be the best punishment other than the loss of their lives? — I sit at the end of the table. — If you expect me to ask for "forgiveness", I think it's best to open your eyes to reality. I want you to remember who I am and that I wasn't born yesterday.

"Mother that's mean, you don't expect them to do as you Just said. Her only crime was to summit an evidence and get paid." "Director, please do what you know how to do best, but please do justice. If you think the homeless lady needs to be locked up, please go ahead." "Alright, Mr Xi, I will be heading home now. We're transferring the case to the court in two days time. We will try our best to find the killer of Mr Tyler and Victor." "Please do, justice is all I seek for. But I will tell you this again, my brother is innocent." "That will be for the court to decide, have a pleasant day." He stood up, turned to the exit, and marched out of the room.

Or is Ray performing his duties as a father to his only child? What exactly is wrong there? Nothing wrong with the above, right? We are just rewriting all the wrongs here. Mr. Mazur is rewriting his wrong for not choosing his son’s happiness back then, and I am making up for keeping my child and her daddy apart for years, and that too, on the grounds of all those lies that I was fed. We are all victims of this whole injustice, and we are serving justice to the deprived souls, and those rights everything. “We need no guns.” I say this as I sip on my juice.

And you know that I, in my position of opposition, will remind you of this as long as you live. Consider what is right and what is wrong when the life of the one you love is at stake. Should a story end where the lover gave up their legitimate love for a rigid rule of conduct? When should justice prevail over love, when laws were made to protect? Protect from what after all? If all humans followed all the rules, no one would need to break any of them to enforce justice. For justice would always prevail...”, argues the old detective's conscience. Soon after, he relaxes and sleeps sitting in one of the armchairs.

The ceramic’s warm against my palm, but everything else feels ice cold, like someone just opened a window directly into the ninth circle of hell. “No,” I whisper, and the word comes out strangled, like someone’s slowly crushing my windpipe while explaining why this is all perfectly reasonable and beneficial for everyone involved. “Not him.” Because this cannot be happening. Cannot be fucking happening in any universe where justice and basic human decency still exist.

"What, no. I'm asking if you're hungry. It's my turn to cook." Upon hearing this, JumpStart wipes some sweat from his forehead. "Oh. Don't scare me like that. Yeah. I wouldn't mind some food, but can you cook?" "I can cook," Ms. Justice answers. "I can cook better than all of you." "I think," QuickShot starts, now taking over. "JumpStart is referring to your shield." QuickShot picks up Justice's shield and holds it up. She puts her fingers through the hole in the center. "You really should fix this. One thing I've learned over these last two years, it's that troubles won't wait."

There was a strange peace in knowing that justice, no matter how long delayed, had finally been served. Judith and I had gone out for dinner at our favorite rooftop restaurant. The breeze was cool, brushing against my skin gently, and the night sky above us sparkled with stars as if celebrating with me. We toasted with wine—non-alcoholic for me, since I’d had enough headaches this week. Judith raised her glass with a proud smile. “To new beginnings,” she said. “To justice,” I replied. Judith laughed. “You always have the more dramatic lines.” I shrugged, smiling. “Well, I’ve lived through enough drama to earn it.”

Still, I didn’t dare to anger the bird that ate corrupt souls for a snack… “Relax, birdie,” Nyx rolled her eyes, her smile never faltering. “She was curious about the Master’s work. I see no harm in indulging her.” “No harm?” Corvus screeched, his feathers bristling. “Do you remember what happens in there? Mortals weren’t made to see Justice done!” What the hell did that mean?!

I cannot deny that since my actions are screaming the fact. Well, I just really love my job and I dedicated my whole self for this. I did not study more than ten years in law school just to sit there and wait for the opponent to win the case. I'm competitive in everything. Justice must only serve the truth. And as a lawyer, I will make sure that justice would punish those who deserve.