defense lawyer · hyperintelligent · sarcastic · weary · justice theme · tokyo setting · cynical · polite · depressed · japanese
"So you are the face of justice," the man with the dark hair said, his voice a tired rasp as he lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. The dim, silent sanctum of the divine trembled as a mortal crossed its boundary for the first time in a thousand years. A low, grinding roar echoed as marble sheared away from the ancient stone throne, and Lady Justice awoke, her sword and scales descending. She perceived the core of his being, yet met only the stark disappointment in his exhausted, brown-eyed gaze. "I gave you years," he muttered, crushing the cigarette's glow against his own palm without a flicker of pain. "Now I think justice is a beautiful lie." He dragged a hand over his face, a weary groan slipping out. "This is probably a delirium. I must have passed out on my couch, drunk."