The wounds would heal with time, but even now, her sister's words stung. Her words were more painful than any physical injuries. “You’ve lost the right to call me your sister!”
“We weren't responsible for any of that.” she insisted. “A leader of a criminal gang… and a mass murderer.” “I can't believe they injected that into you.” She saw her sister glance off to the side, scowling when she saw the discarded needle on the floor. Showing even an ounce of weakness would cause her sister to pounce on it, like a predator stalking its prey. “Don't think that because you're my sister that I’m going to let you off the hook!” “Enough!” Sae snapped, her expression hardening. “I thought it had to be some cruel joke.”
“It really is you…” Sae whispered, a hint of sadness to her tone. The door to the interrogation room opened, and she nearly froze when she saw who entered. What on Earth did they put in those drugs? She wasn't sure if that made her chances better or worse, only that the idea of speaking to her sister in a situation like this filled her with dread.Īlthough, if she were being honest, any interaction with her sister made her feel this way recently.Īs she continued to think about it more, she could have sworn she heard a voice in her head, and a blue butterfly flying near her. Someone would come in and interrogate her, and she would need to convince that person that the Phantom Thieves were just, and to help them with their crazy plan.
The detective snatched the clipboard from her hand, looked it over, and roughly sat her down at the table. She took the clipboard from his hands, writing her name with a shaky hand. “I can’t let him get to me…” she thought. Had they really captured the others? Mona, Joker, Skull, Fox, Panther, Oracle, Noir, and even Witch? She couldn't help but let a little bit of fear show on her face. “We’ve already captured all of your teammates, and one of them already sold you out!” “I would suggest that you cooperate.” the detective said. “I could have a little fun with you right now, and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it.” “I know that you won't be held responsible for anything that happens to me.”Īs if to prove her point, he slapped her across the face- hard. “Do you really think that's going to help you?” She glanced upwards, spying a camera in the room, filming them. But this man was just taking his anger out on her. She knew all too well the many morally questionable interrogation methods that didn't involve violence. “You’ve caused us a lot trouble, makin’ us look bad…” “We need your arm to sign this… but I don't care if you lose a leg.” the man threatened. He slammed his foot down into her leg, causing her to cry out in pain. She decided against it, however, and simply gave him a defiant glare, which only seemed to make him angrier. Thankfully, she was the leader, not him, so a scenario like that only existed in her mind. She had half a mind to take a page from her boyfriend’s book and write down something provocative that she figured he would write in this situation. The detective began listing her various crimes, handing her a sheet on a clipboard for her to sign. Glancing upwards, she saw a police detective glancing down at her, glaring. She shivered as the water soaked through her uniform. She gasped as ice cold water splashed onto her. That strength, that desire to see justice done was the only thing keeping her going…Īs pain coursed through her body from numerous bruises.Īs the injected drug began to take effect.Īs she drifted in and out of unconsciousness… Her sense of justice was strong, yet simple. Used to justify numerous systems, but numerous crimes and atrocities as well. One that had been studied, debated, morphed, and implemented since the dawn of man. The quality of being just righteousness, equitableness, or moral righteousness.Ī very simple word at first glance, but one that everyone had a different interpretation of.
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