the change in your face [when anger shows]

[didorothy]

[Have you, gentle reader, ever wanted to know what barely contained, borderline homocidal rage sounds like when delivered in John Simm's delightful Mancunian accent? Then here is your chance!]

There is a savannah. Outside of Manchester.

A savannah. Outside. Of Manchester.

Everywhere.

With cheetahs!

Gene Hunt, I am going to gut you, and when I'm done I'll have 'em prepared for your funeral so your Missus doesn't have to cook.

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[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Is silent as he speaks. Remains silent for a little while after he finishes.]

You are a very noble person, Sam Tyler. I hope that you keep that in years to come.

[She sighs.] You must understand, Sam. We gods have a certain way of doing things. I am not used to encountering living, mortal beings with so much darkness in them--and there are so many of them here! The Masters, Dietrich von Lohengrin, Jackie Estacado... I try to monitor them, but I can only do so much in this place. And now the Masters have killed again, while under my watch. I am the only goddess here, Sam--it is my duty to protect this place and its people. I warned them, but they did not heed my warning. I have no choice but to kill them. How else can justice be served, in a place like this?

And if, when he comes back he does attempt a killing spree, I will be there to stop him again.

[didorothy]

Usually when people say things like that to me, they add in 'but you're a div' at the end.

[folds his arms] I can't accept that as justice. It's vengeance, it will always be vengeance. What if you can't stop him? What if you can, but it doesn't wear off? Can you stop him the time after? It's not a moment of insanity and it's gone. Death doesn't leave you and vengeance keeps the cycle going.

You want to talk justice? Help me find a way to stop them. As many of them as we can. Here, nothing else is just.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Smiles a little at that.]

In my world, and to me, it is justice. Unless there is room for forgiveness, or unless the person genuinely repents, then the punishment must fit the crime.

And what do you suggest, then? The rules here are like nothing any of us have ever encountered. Those who harm others cannot be exiled, excommunicated, locked up, put to sleep for a few centuries, sealed in ice or stone, or cast into hell. How else then can we deal justice?

[Another sigh.] I like killing as little as you do, Sam Tyler, but sometimes, the circumstances call for it.

[didorothy]

Sometimes killing is called for. But that's when it accomplishes something. What does this accomplish?

But look! There: putting them to sleep, sealing them in ice or stone. Casting into Hell is a bit... well... but those are three things we might be able to do. We could try at that instead of pointless murder.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Headtilt.] If there truly is an alternative, than I would be more than happy to pursue it. Would the Twins allow us to seal them in ice or stone, though?

[didorothy]

We can't know until we try. Or if we ask 'em, but if we do it doesn't matter whether they would or wouldn't; they'd end up giving us a price we wouldn't necessarily have to pay otherwise.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

That is very true.

Hm, well...if we could bring a large source of ice here, then I would be able to seal them, I think. I can only manipulate ice in that way if I have a source to work with.

[didorothy]

There has to be someone with a world of ice.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

Ah, well, then--we shall have to find them, won't we?

[Frowns.] Although, until we do find another solution, I shall have to continue to fight against the Masters.