Guilty By Appearance
His jaw tightened so hard a muscle pulsed in his cheek.
"Sometimes, Snow..." Blake said, his voice raw, "...the truth isn't noble. Sometimes, bringing the truth to light just destroys everything in its path."
"Then let it destroy what needs to be destroyed," I answered gently, my voice steady and full of conviction. "If the truth destroys false reputations, if it tears down the fake walls built by arrogant people... then it needs to happen. The truth sets people free, Blake."
Blake closed his eyes for a long, agonizing second. He pulled his arm slowly out of my grip and turned his back to me, walking over to the large glass window overlooking the rainy city.