“The APD only trying to help. Why won’t you let us?”
We both know there is nothing you can do, officer.
“I’ve seen what happens when you try to help. How long have you been fighting this battle, and where are your results? You really expect me to believe you can keep me safe? That you can keep others safe? Suppose I tell you. What then? Nothing. You get to look like a good little interrogator in your report while your superiors pat themselves on the back… And you all move on to more convenient cases.”
“You make us sound heartless. I assure you civilian, we want him locked away too.”
“But that won’t happen, will it? You’re powerless to stop any of them, especially with Zeus at their back. We both know it. Cade knows it… Blankenship knows it.”
“Now listen here-”
“No. I’m done listening, I’m done letting you pick away the stitches of my wounds. Leave, and let me tend to them. Find someone else to boost your career with.”
I don’t want them to know.
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“You can trust me, Aurora. What happened?”
Always with the questions with these people.
“What is it… Judge Justice? Look, I get it. You mean well. You want to fix the ills of the world, and that is commendable. What you need to realise is that idiocy is no better than evil when the outcome is the same. You call yourself a hero. Well, let me tell you what happens with heroes around here. You posture and you pose and you spout platitudes. Sure, it may make you feel better that you occasionally collar some ruffian, but you’re never as good as you think you are.”
“The villain always eludes you, and what is the result of your endeavour? Collateral damage. The property, the bones, the lives… All broken, because you’re too single-bloody-minded to think about the consequences of poking the bear. You think hope follows you, but instead it is the scent of death. And eventually, death meets you too. Take off that cape and stop putting your ego above the lives of others. Now, piss off.”
I don’t want them to know.
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“Hey, so what did Gravedigger do?”
Please, I just want to do some shopping.
“… A Six Feet Under shirt, and you’re asking me that?”
“Well, yeah. I wanna know.”
“And what would you do with that info, hm? Make excuses for him? Moralise that I clearly did something to deserve it from your hero? Maybe brag to your friends about the inside scoop of the broken victim? You have the fucking audacity to approach me wearing that, asking questions you have no right to demand answers to with no regard for what the fuck I’m going through. You want to associate with monsters so badly? You won’t even notice when you are no longer human, but another head on the hydra.”
“Yeah, well fuck you too slut, I hope he raped you.”
I don’t want anyone to know.
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“Hey Aurora, could you sign-”
“Please, just leave me alone.”