MURDER MURDER & BLACK CONVERTIBLES | ascendants

[Tena M.]

[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: constantia; font-size: 11px;"]Tena Moonspinner —
"I'm saying you could be getting him wrong," she replied tonelessly, brows creased.  Unimpressed.  Irritated.  "Memory isn't perfect and like I said, there can be multiple cats who look similar in the world." Honestly.  She fought off the urge to roll her eyes.  Tena knew she should be a bit more tactful with her words sometimes, but she often did not like wasting her time.  "Unless there's other pieces of evidence; hard evidence, eye witness is not reliable.  Our eyes fool us all the time."

"… Memory is not reliable. The more time that's passed, the worse too.  We reconstruct and believe what we thought we saw, but in reality, it's not going to match perfectly and that can mean you're getting the wrong guy.  If your eyes are the best you've got, and some fur that just happens to match his color, I don't trust your verdict here. Why should I?  You're biased, you want him to be your culprit so you can dish out 'justice' or whatever.  Both your eyes and emotions out weigh your logic here."

And Buckingham seemed terrified.  Shaken up. Tena did not know him, or his character, but she was rather sure he was innocent.  He was not coming up with excuses or anything.  He did not know what was going on.  She frowned.  "Come up with real evidence, or let him go, or I'll make you." Her icy tone was more directed towards Riza, but the message was for every Ascendant.  She was glad she'd ended up coming here and not staying there aside from one visit.  It's simple logic, mousebrains.
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