That you tell a stranger
in all honesty
that you're completely capable of killing someone.
That if given the right opportunity, it would be the only thing that mattered.
Like its something that has to be done.
Instinctive.
Automatic.
Called for.
Swat the fly on your arm.
Step away from the coiled snake.
Take your hand out of the fire.
Simple.
I have some difficulty with facing that matter of fact, compassionless side of me.
It's an unwelcome guest.
at best a necessary evil.
Wrong me
Hurt you
Hurt me
...
All in the name of justice
no?
It made a lot more sense in my world.
Quiet place between here, hell, and purgatory.
A crossroads of sorts.
Some place intersected by
kill all betrayers
compassion and infinite wisdom
calculation and tithes of rectitude
No place for it outside.
Quite exhausting.