The look he gets at the nightmares comment says more than words could. Withering, unwavering.
"Say you're right," she says, not willing to truly wade into the mess that is the question of which organisation's approach is the right one. She barely understands it all, even having chosen to stand behind Dahlia. And its not what matters to her, here and now. "Then, yeah. Maybe it'd be worth it. Well done, you justified the means. But what if you're wrong? About it helping. Or about it being worth it! Then what, Jon?"
She shakes her head. "I told myself that everything I did? I did for the greater good. For justice. But that was all just lies. Me— justifying myself."
no subject
The look he gets at the nightmares comment says more than words could. Withering, unwavering.
"Say you're right," she says, not willing to truly wade into the mess that is the question of which organisation's approach is the right one. She barely understands it all, even having chosen to stand behind Dahlia. And its not what matters to her, here and now. "Then, yeah. Maybe it'd be worth it. Well done, you justified the means. But what if you're wrong? About it helping. Or about it being worth it! Then what, Jon?"
She shakes her head. "I told myself that everything I did? I did for the greater good. For justice. But that was all just lies. Me— justifying myself."