Who Said The End Justifies The Means 소설 & 이야기

The only thing I could hear was my heart pounding loudly, as though it were drums in a sick beat. “Ivan is what they call *the End Dealer*. He’s not a good guy,” he said. “He’s the person you go to when you want to make people disappear. If someone like that has something against you,” Gabe said calmly, “it’s better to just play into their hands. Hope that he leaves you alone eventually.”

So, he needed to save himself, to stand on a moral high ground and manufacture a public opinion. He protested loudly, “President Melvis, I know that I can’t measure up to you and you can even kill me at any time. You’re the dignified president of Divine Constabulary, and killing me will be as easy as killing a chicken. But, I’m not afraid of you! Department Six stands behind me, and I will not disgrace them! I stand on the side of reason and justice. Evil can never prevail over good since ancient times, so I don’t believe that you can hide the truth from the masses.”

Godfather Estrada might not be the sanest godfather, but he did not joke. It was recorded in history that this godfather made a ridiculous declaration to wipe out a corrupted family who refused to negotiate and launched a nuclear missile within five minutes to kill everyone. The famous quote, “There was no need to negotiate with dead men,” cemented Estrada’s power forever till this date. The promise of freedom from this death game was both a blessing and a curse. Unlike other assassins who entertained the thought of hoarding all five treasures to themselves, Zen was more concerned about how he could use this to his advantage.

Elections depicted with racketeering of boxes, killing of electorate officials. “Anyway the end justifies the means” The means doesn’t matter – does it? The reality is that the war had started a long time in our hearts before the first bombs dropped in the presidential house. When I closed my eyes to sleep that night, I prayed silently hoping that the next day would be good. The night seemed very long, I would wake each time just to find the stars scattered on the skies. I was feeling tensed while I waited for the night to finally be over. The night seemed to understand our plight, it rhymed slowly “Free at last… free at last…”

“Who gave you the power to define what sacrifice was necessary? Do you think you’re a hero? A savior? No. You’re just a coward! You’re just too afraid to face the real world and learn what’s true justice. And only a coward would sacrifice others for justice rather than himself.” My chest tightened as my voice grew hoarse with emotion. “Who gave you the right to define what sacrifice is necessary? Do you think you’re a hero? A savior? No. You’re just a coward. You’re too afraid to face the real world and learn what true justice is. And only a coward would sacrifice others for his cause instead of himself.” For a long moment, Jack just stared at me, his expression still as impassive as ever, t

"I believe that's not—" "Oh, but you haven't heard my explanation," I pressed, silencing. Bitches don't get to talk. "See, there are crimes that will never be justifiable, unlike murder. In the coldest days, when you did something wrong, you'd get a death sentence, right?" I raised both my brows. "When it was done in the name of the Law, it was justifiable. Some crimes are not justifiable. No matter how much you want them to be. You'll probably die of age while trying to justify such...crimes, you follow?" I asked with an easy smile, sensing his uneasiness.

And we'd justified it by telling ourselves we were protecting our people, creating deterrence, establishing peace through overwhelming force. We'd been monsters. Well-intentioned monsters who believed the ends justified the means, but monsters nonetheless. "So this is revenge," I said flatly. "You're going to torture and kill me to balance the scales for what I did forty years ago." "Not just you," the male nightwalker said.

' She remained silent for a few seconds, staring again at her distant point again. 'Does that make evil alright - if good comes of it?' 'Not at all! It does help if the end justifies the means, but there have to be lines one doesn’t cross. My problem is who draws the lines?' 'Or is it a numbers game?' she sighed. 'The first wave on the Normandy beaches suffered ninety percent casualties. Is that OK? It was for a good cause, but I wonder if the mother or wife of one of those young men saw it that way.'

I thought about this for a moment. He is a man who believed the calculation was care, I say. I said this at the tribunal. I meant it then and I mean it now. He is not a cartoon villain. He is something considerably more ordinary and considerably more dangerous, which is a person who decided that the end justified the method and never questioned the assumption. I pause. The method was me. And my mother. And my sister. I hold her gaze. And now he is in neutral territory building a story where he is the reasonable one and we are the problem. I wanted you to have the other version. She writes.

The drug slowly and slowly calming my senses making me realise that the war will not be easy but I can't give up on this so easily. Niccolo Machiavelli quoted, "if an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared."