Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20151016153337/@comment-8723280-20160223071814

Innocence.

It's a word that echoed in her head, as Vale stepped away from her, and moved towards the Crimson Devil. Frozen. It's resonated in her, and it had meaning. Those were the lives they were defending, in apprehending the Devil - innocent lives. Free of guilt, they were not involved in this. They deserved not to be.

But was delivering their own brand of justice, in killing the Devil; was it really necessary? It's an argument that fell prey to deaf ears, or rather, ears that have long since been defeated by cynicism and life, easily believing into a word that allows people to reach into their darkest depths, and do the most horrific things.

It's an excuse, one that many shield themselves behind.

She's not innocent, in the other sense. She knows this, she has seen killing. She knows that sometimes, it is the right thing to do. And sometimes, the worst things are the right ones; the right things being the wrong ones. She knows that.

But...

They had a choice - to choose otherwise. That was the difference between ice and fire; between alive and dead. She's frozen - she felt frozen into place. But somehow, she stepped up, toes curling over the ridge. Put her hand behind her head; drawed out an arrow that glowed green - a type she had not used ever since the days she spent in the cabin, where she had freefalled and then met and briefly fell for a boy with the bluest eyes she had ever seen.

Mariposa more saw than felt as she let loose the arrow, aimed in the Devil's direction. Right on the flight path of Vale's katar, wind whistling out behind it.