voice;

[feelslikeimspilling]

[ Will hasn't really been around much at all. Finding small comfort in escapism. Fishing was too obvious a choice as was the spot down by the river he'd made for his Fenic fox and Nugs. No, Will had been living low, hiding out in various God's temples and small nooks and crannies not so deep inside the tunnels, practicing how to most efficiently take out some of the monsters with or without a weapon.

His voice is raspy like he hasn't spoken a word in weeks... which is partly true. ]

My mind has been a busy mess of blur and motion. Thoughts buzzing past like worker bees, endlessly in their endeavor... Nauseating- I er, I know a lot of turbulent occurrences have swooped down and splattered, most ungracefully so, all over this shithole of a cavern we have no choice but to call home. It's been testing, to say the least...

[ A moment of silence as Will recalled the fires, the mirrors and so on. That wasn't what he wanted to be focusing on right now. A heavy sigh before he continues. ]

... Such has been out of our control, true, but what about the things that aren't? There's no death here, no justice either, no real justice. Sure, we have the illusion our City Guard like to cast over us, that we're safe and looked after. Frankly, since Jill vanished I can't for certain say I'd trust any of them with my life- Ah, but what does life matter here, huh? No death, no crime. Murderers and monsters are our neighbors. Friendly Mr. Rodgers in his bloodstained sweater...

[ He's rambling, emotional and tired. ]

We need justice. We're ruled by our emotions, literally! God's? What God's?' He reveals the deep things of darkness and brings utter darkness into the light.' Isn't that what a God does? No, all this death, killing, darkness has to stop. We need a system of order, a place to hold the dangerous, a means of judging and sentencing them... How many times can we be revived before it's too late?

... Well, I'm gonna be trying to do something about it, even if I have to do it alone.

Comments

[text]

[circumitus]

[Oh no. Rey was worried that this sort of thing would happen eventually.]

"a place to hold the dangerous"? really? there's no predicting which people such a place would even be able to hold in the first place.

who would be in charge of deciding what laws are laid down here? what about the feeble-minded idiots who let themselves kill while under the gods' influence?

and do you expect several people from varying corners of the multiverse to come to the same consensus on what brand of "justice" should be made?

Voice, Private

[tablewithoutpity]

[Hannibal listens very closely to the recording, trying to pick up any hint of Will's location. Perhaps it's because he's concerned about his friend's mental state. Perhaps it's because Will sounds like he's about to make life difficult for Hannibal. Dropped forgiveness indeed.]

Will? Where are you?

[audio]

[synthedick]

Might be good if you got to know most of us before judging us and putting words in our mouths.

[Because boy, is he tired of this "the Guard is useless" song and dance they have to go through. They're either useless, or they're tyrants, with no middle ground.]

voice

[so_dark_a_road]

I'm a Guardsman, Will. I have never tried to convince anyone that they are safe, or that the Guard can keep us safe. The monsters are out there, the murderers are out there, and the gods are out there. We do the best we can, but who believes it's enough? Not I.

But if we institute a system of justice, where is the guarantee that it will in fact be a just one? What if the murderers put the innocent in jail instead of the other way around?

That said, I agree it's a sad situation, the way it is. One of those murderers you speak of recently nailed two friends of mine. I share your frustration.

audio

[toiletseat_girl]

[there's concern in George's voice; she remembers him from the happy suburbs and wow, he sounds exhausted]

What kind of something are you thinking about doing?

audio;

[pellameno]

[ This is a rambling rant, and Pell's not sure what to make of it. Will's been... different, since he returned. ]

What are you going to do, Will?

...

I'm sorry about Jill.

voice.

[citytraveler]

[ Kyrii hasn't been here long. But he knows the way of things by now: The gods feed off all emotions surrounding life and death. Once they had eliminated the guilt of death and the euphoria of another chance at life in this city... There isn't much going back to make rules for it. And no reason for accountability. ]

Wanted. Not needed.

voice. i'm sorry about him.

[torrefied]

[Dry as a goddamn desert:] If you think the City Guard ever stood for justice, you're a bigger fool than I thought.

[Voice]

[elegant_and_proud]

[She's not exactly someone who tends to concern herself with justice, but she still has some residual maternal feelings despite being well aware that the fake life was just that - fake.]

Everyone has a different idea of what constitutes justice.

[Video]

[mismanagement]

Whatever you think this is going to accomplish, Will Graham, it is not helping.

voice

[am_i_a_monster]

[There's worry in her voice.]

Your life matters, Will. What are you going to do? Who's the Mr. Rogers that you want to judge?

[text; private]

[aroundthecoroner]

You want to punish a murderer?

[Hello, potential new friend.]

Voice

[filmthenight]

Well, I'm certainly all for plans to make this a better place for any and all involved. Dying isn't fun. And I can't imagine it's any more fun, regardless that we get resurrected.

But aren't we all from alot of different worlds? It might be harder to implement any solid rules if we don't have any common basis. Did you have anything stronger in mind than simply detaining criminals?