Justice Is Best Served Cold Novels & Stories

I stayed silent for so long that Camilla looked like she might collapse in fear, while Lucio's eyes only grew brighter. "Heh-" I finally let out a small laugh, tinged with sorrowful pity. "How ridiculous." Lucio froze. "In your eyes, what is a human life worth?" I murmured. "Back when the Jeno Port scandal needed a scapegoat, you didn't hesitate to push me forward. My life wasn't a life then. Now that you see her as an obstacle, a bargaining chip to win me back, her life isn't a life either."

"Because she knew I was pregnant when she pushed me, and it didn't stop her then." Julian squeezed my hand. "If she loses her baby while in prison," I continued, my voice hard now, "maybe she'll finally understand how it feels, maybe she'll finally know what it's like to have something innocent taken from you." "That's fair," Julian said quietly. "Is it cruel?" I asked, needing his honesty. Julian thought about it carefully. "It's justice," he said finally. "Cruel would be hiring someone to hurt her back, this is just letting the legal system work."

"LOL. That's just a subsidiary, and if he ever runs the entire Harrington Corporation, they will probably go bankrupt within a year." "I'm just curious why they chose a freezer. Was a bed too mainstream for their kink?" Mockery darted at Tristan spread across the Internet. As he read the comments, he furiously smashed everything in the living room that he could get his hands on. Face flushed, he roared, "What do these idiots know? What gives them the right to say that I can't compare to Ethan? "I'll have my lawyers sue them all; every single one of them can go to jail!"

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.

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.

"That it's corrupted too?" "I will pretend I didn't hear you. You sound like Jonh. But no." He leaned closer " What I learned is that justice is subjective. And it lays in the hands of the stronger party. You've already made a choice, or it was pre-made for you. We don't get to choose where we were born. But don't make me show you what happens to those who disagree with me. Besides, you're like my son." "Oh, don't give me that. "

It was a cold, cruel sound that made my blood freeze. “Oh, Iris,” he said, shaking his head. “You still don’t understand, do you? This isn’t about you. This was never about you. You’re just a tool.” “Then what is it about?” I demanded desperately. “Tell me. Please make me understand.” Maximus studied my face for a long moment. Then he said, “It’s about justice. It’s about evening the scales.” Before I could ask what that meant, he turned and walked through the doors.

Fynn felt like he might cough out blood at any moment, ‘…there is no justice left in this world…’ _(´ཀ`∠)_ Blackie, (°ー° lll) ‘…um …buddy, I understand your plight; the sight of my host is indeed unsettling, but… Hearing such words from a cop is a whole different level of disturbing! ‘Pal, if there was a list of lines a cop should never say, “there is no justice left in this world” would definitely be among the top three!!!’ (◞‸ლ) Fynn, ‘Obedient, is he?! What kind of evaluation standards are you using for him to be considered obedient?!?’ (ノ꒪Д꒪)ノ︵ ┻━┻ A good question. Why exactly did Noah consider Levi’s current self as “well-behaved”?