“And then there’s the one everybody outside of Bet Kalamar knows.”
I am a good man.
Do I enjoy the killing? Yes. Do I revel in the blood? Oh yes. Do I drink in the screams as if they were a fine, fine wine? Yes, yes, by all the Gods yes.
But you have to understand WHY I enjoy it. I am no mere sadist, no perverse peddler of indiscriminate slaughter. These … I hesitate to call them men … operate outside of the law. They kill, they steal, they burn, they force themselves upon those who cannot fight back. They are the corrupt, the treacherous, the cowardly. They are as beasts, and do we not cut the throats of beasts for a greater purpose?
I enjoy what I do because I enjoy seeing filth get what filth deserves. When some would-be robber finds himself stripped of gold and clothing, and marched through the streets with his shriveled fruits on display, is it not humorous? When a murderer has his blade torn from his hand and thrust into his own vile black heart, is it not righteous?
Others talk of the law, of seeing these creatures brought to justice through the “proper” authorities, but why should we extend the benefits of the law to those who abandon it so freely? Why should the protections of society extend to monsters who seek only to poison it? Why grant rights and respects to those who RESPECT NO RIGHTS?
Let us be honest with ourselves here. The law, as it stands, is ill equipped to deal with the criminal element that infests every town like a rotting, pus-filled sac of putridity. If it were, families would not fear to walk the so-called civilized streets at night. The law, as it stands, is not something a criminal mind can understand. If it did, it would not turn its back on the justice system without so much as a shred of remorse.
Like for like. That’s what they understand. Reach for my pocket, lose your hand. Hurt an innocent, suffer painful consequence. Kill … and die.
It felt good to take the half-orc’s blade and thrust it into the jaw of that sniveling little wretch – ambusher, murderer, and liar that he was. I was nothing but fair. I told him that if he lied, I would hurt him. He lied. I hurt him. Thus, he learned that if we lie, we get in trouble, and he was a good little dog thereafter. You see, quick, decisive, corrective punishment is all these things understand. And I DON’T understand why Natsu objects to this, I don’t understand why Odom looks at me as if I’M the villain. What good is all that power of theirs if they refuse to use it for good?
So I am a good man, you see. A champion of justice. Perhaps the last good man left. You understand that, right? Good.
Now, I’m going to take the gag off and the candles away, okay? Then we’re going to talk again about the Red Cloaks, and why such a young man would fall in with such low scum.