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'Mild-mannered' could be the best description to fit the dead man today - he sits at a fountain that dried up long ago, hands folded together and resting on his knee, expression curious and open. His suit is neat, cleaned and ironed; he still wears the lapel pin identifying him as an attorney. He smells, to those sensitive enough, like blood; not fresh, but not old enough to be rotting.
"I'll have to be forgiven for the simple question. I'm afraid if I make it too specific, I won't get an answer." He brought the folded hands to his chin, the curious expression never wavering.
"Do the ends, truly, justify the means?"
"I'll have to be forgiven for the simple question. I'm afraid if I make it too specific, I won't get an answer." He brought the folded hands to his chin, the curious expression never wavering.
"Do the ends, truly, justify the means?"