"But she wasn't," Koumyou says it for him. He lunges back to his feet, and back to his prowling. "And neither have any of her powerful 'friends'. The system your society rests upon..."
Realization blooms inside him like ink dropped into water.
"...I love you, but I hate your world."
He whirls on one heel to look at Devero.
"I hate it. The smug confidence that their system is perfect, that no one will slip through, the blindness to the fact that when enough people slip through, they take root and destroy the entire thing--"
He takes a deep breath.
"How many of her friends are involved in the systems in place? How far has the cancer spread, just in that one spot, while everyone is taught to believe that the utopia is real, and perfect? And it failed you, many times. It failed! But I bet your instinct is still to defend it, right? And it even failed that woman, she should have gotten help, not authority. But no one guards against what's inside their perimeter! They watch the outside and tell each other how perfect everything is behind them!"
He has to turn away again, and slam the bottom of a fist against the sturdiest part of the wall, hissing out, "People! Are never perfect! But your world -- they think they are! Like they've evolved past it all! Everything bad was Before, or comes from outside!"
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Realization blooms inside him like ink dropped into water.
"...I love you, but I hate your world."
He whirls on one heel to look at Devero.
"I hate it. The smug confidence that their system is perfect, that no one will slip through, the blindness to the fact that when enough people slip through, they take root and destroy the entire thing--"
He takes a deep breath.
"How many of her friends are involved in the systems in place? How far has the cancer spread, just in that one spot, while everyone is taught to believe that the utopia is real, and perfect? And it failed you, many times. It failed! But I bet your instinct is still to defend it, right? And it even failed that woman, she should have gotten help, not authority. But no one guards against what's inside their perimeter! They watch the outside and tell each other how perfect everything is behind them!"
He has to turn away again, and slam the bottom of a fist against the sturdiest part of the wall, hissing out, "People! Are never perfect! But your world -- they think they are! Like they've evolved past it all! Everything bad was Before, or comes from outside!"