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Damaged good. Like bruised fruit at the edge of the counter. Without reason, without consideration for said fruit, it is tossed away and forgotten. That is how is it for us. Look but don't see. Hear but don't listen. We are unwanted but needed.
Lady Justice is blind, so we must be her eyes to the world. Us.
A powerful swing connects with Murphy's jaw, and he is sent sprawling back across the hardwood floor. He skids to a stop face up to the world. Before he can shake off his blurred vision he feels a pressure on his midsection. It is a boot that is crushing his chest. With that boot comes a foot, comes a leg, comes a torso, and with that comes the furious face of his brother. His Connor.