ROMAN ROYALS — INTERROGATION

[JUNJI]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"]the angel had always hated tortures. interrogations. from the political point, perhaps they could be useful, a necessary evil; he never understood why these creatures sought out confrontation, reasons to start wars, petty little vices of the mortal world. peace would never be a reality here, not with the darkness that curled itself around each and every being. pincher... he had always been this way, fueled by something akin to spite, hatred, rage. the captain would never be free of it, not until the day he breathed his last. junji hoped then he would be at peace. a regrettable, perhaps wicked thing to wish death upon someone, but was it so harsh to wish rest upon a restless soul?

the soothsayer didn't want to watch this, no matter how much he disliked the pitt and their ways. yet he found himself slowly approaching the group, peering around them to settle his gaze upon the girl trembling before pincher. he desperately wanted to step in, stop it before it could start; junji had not seen cosette during his time in the pitt, and she had done no harm to goldie, him, or keona. she was innocent. she didn't deserve this. stryker did, or someone else that actually hurt them.

the angel remained silent. he admired goldenluxury for speaking up, but junji, he didn't have it in him. he curled his wings closer to himself and lowered his gaze to the ground.