Justice
"Flattery will get you nowhere," he rebutted, laughing. He holstered his weapon too, and leaned back against one of the dividers, crossing his arms. He stared at the ceiling, focusing on his thoughts instead of what laid in front of him.
"I don't believe she's weak. But she's young, and rushed into violence which was probably beyond her expectation, probably more callous than she was okay with, because I was there."
He was responsible.