Marvel: Injustice Novels & Stories

I sat back down at the table, looking at the ceremony papers. "There's a difference between justice and revenge. Martha tried to destroy me. She's paying for that—she's in a hospital bed, her body failing, her daughter premature and critical, her marriage falling apart, her future uncertain. She's already suffering consequences." I met Vicente's eyes. "But death? Death isn't justice. It's just... final. And I won't be responsible for that."

Which has lost all it's freshness. "Are you sure Mr. Marvel that he is an adequate match for her, look at him he is not credible, what if he ends up hurting her." Tristan, is the evil, who would never stop himself from ruining my moments. My eyes hacked at him with fierceness, in exchange he passed an ignorant expression.