May 17, 2009 18:09
A question to posit, then:
How long must one wait for trial before it gives lie that a trial is coming? For there is no doubt I stand accused of crimes. But the courthouse seems to promise, however implicitly, that there is a recompense for these crimes.
A place of... dare I say it? Justice. Where our hearts are weighed on the blind lady's scales, and we shall see who comes up lacking. Come, come!
Let us put this matter to trial. Put this matter to a judge. If there are none who would defend me, and for that I cannot blame you, I shall defend myself.
Surely someone would seem me prosecuted to the fullest extent possible.
[[OOC: ETA: I burnt my finger in the oven, replies will be a bit slow.]]