week two, sunday

[moraled]

[Post-execution.

The death of Higekiri isn't surprising, but it is wrong. Higekiri shielded a murderer. For that, he should have been punished, yes.

By death?

Not likely.

Barnham scowls, stalking away from the scene immediately. He'll be off to the side of one of the buildings, leaning against it with his arms crossed. He needs a moment to go take a breather and get over this total and complete disregard for justice and what is Right.

JUSTICE HAS NOT BEEN DONE.]

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[ That young boy had been innocent, but he had died. That's another fact: it had been carried out in bold daylight, the noon sun beating down hot on all of them. As far as Chane's concerned, no matter how galling it is... what's done is done. And there's still the rest of the game to play.

Not that any of that stops Barnham from kicking up dust in his wake as he stomps off, his sneer almost nasty.

... Truth be told, she almost misses the armor. The ridiculous clanking had made him a lot easier to follow when he stormed off in a Tantrum of Justice and Righteousness. However, as this is the first time she's ever done such a thing, that's really more of a hypothesis than an objectively tested fact. Besides, the armor had just been one giant, cumbersome piece of iconography for everything Barnham says and does: loud and attention-getting, unmistakable, a point where dedication to one's sworn duty ends and thickheaded pride begins.

The thing about all of that? None of it is Chane's doing. Therefore, it should not be her concern nor her problem.

And yet...

...

Her hands tense at her sides and then slacken. It's easy to slip through the milling crowd, toward the clustered shadows of buildings where he lingers.

She might punch him.

(She won't, but she'll want to. At least for a moment.) ]