Who Said The End Justifies The Means นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“How so?” “Well, reality is a b*tch. And even though we want to believe that eventually evil will face justice and pay for the pain and suffering it causes, that’s not what we see happening in the underworld.” His voice darkened and seemed heavier than it was a minute ago. “The amount of corruption and repugnant things we see in this life is absurd, Rosie. Sometimes the means do justify the ends, that’s what I’m trying to say.” “So, you think keeping this life will prevent evil from doing its thing?” I clarified, my brows knitted in confusion.

Has he not failed his master already? This very moment, however, makes him rethink his decisions. He agrees that rejecting food that would no doubt be filled with spiritual energy required for him to replenish lost strength and even grow stronger is not by any chance one of the wiser decisions he has ever made. It is tantamount to rejecting a gift horse. Ah mierde! I shouldn’t have turned the other way. The end justifies the means, and in my quest to remain true to some blasted rule, I cut off my means of escape with my own hands. How pathetic can I be, really?

Una finished his own sentence for him. “Yes, but don’t focus on that. Focus on the end result of the act. People get absolved. They stop committing sins.” Una shook her head in disbelief. “You’re trying to tell me that the ends justify the means? Don’t even―no! So you’re trying to tell me that since you enjoying murdering people, you make it your purpose to kill everyone you think is a bad person and you believe that by doing so, you are freeing them from their sins and stopping them from committing more sins. Am I right so far?”

I need to get this done as quickly as possible. The door opens slowly, and Eric is there, a satisfied smile on his face, completely inappropriate for the moment. He gives me a nod and lets me in, closing the door behind me. “I'm glad you made it. I thought you had given up.” I stay in the same spot and let him know my thoughts. “I admit that thought crossed my mind, I say, feeling the tension rise on my shoulders.” “Keep that old and important phrase from Machiavelli in mind: The ends justify the means.”

His dad reasoned. “No, dad! That’s the excuse you tell yourself for the satisfaction you get from killing people! You justified what you’re doing thinking it’s okay because you’re saving lives at the same time like some sort of payment?! You don’t get to do that. You don’t have the right to decide which lives matter more than the others!”

"If that is what you want and that is what you wish for then, so be it." Isaiah was the first one to make a quick protest, "Are you actually kidding me right now. No." Abruptly he turned to me, "No, Alexis, no. You can not do this you are bringing yourself up for slaughter, and no one at all she be even saying something like that."

And yet each weight pulled me further and further away. I closed my eyes. Murder had been in my past. I'd given it all up, moved beyond, and now I was there again. "Details?" "Do you really want to know?" "She was innocent." That simple statement was what ate at me. Then again, I'd seen other innocents die. They'd died for power, for revenge, and for love. "Her death took precedence over her existence," Deloris said matter-of-factly. "Sometimes the saying is true: the end justifies the means. She was available. Besides, her fate was sealed when she reneged on her obligation to Infidelity and attempted to blackmail Spencer."

Whatever he's gonna do, he would still be dragged into it. "Well, I've thought about it. The world's going to end anyway. It's better to die with a purpose than die as a coward." Keir pursed his lips in a hard line, still can't believe he said it. His own words were deafening to him. "And besides, we won't be helping anyone to get revenge, remember?" "Alright, alright. You win," Prince Zaeius surrendered and looked at Keir with a genuine smile. "I'm just glad you're worried about me."

To sit on the throne that symbolized the position of power, he had started planning a long time ago. “Every man for himself, and the Devil takes the hindmost,” Carter answered Madeline indifferently. Madeline looked at Carter who said these words contemptuously. “Carter, you can fight for the goal you want, but you can't get it using improper means.” “Why not? The process doesn’t matter to me at all. What I want is the result,” Carter argued in defense.

Baldwin announced before calling out the names listed on the scroll. The soldiers looked at one another in bewilderment, but all the same they stepped to the right obediently as their names were called. “Crime of passion and crime of necessity…” Alex slowly opened his mouth, “Although they aren’t the same, the effect of both is the crime itself. And while our hearts may go out to those who acted out of necessity, necessity does not excuse the crime itself. Had it succeeded, the end result would have been no different.” He turned to Cornelius and Baldwin, “Those who know me, know that I am not a generous man and I cannot tolerate even a grain of sand.”