That time when I started training with Reggie, all I wanted to do is to distract myself from the rejection. The year I joined UIA, I was keened on bringing justice for the victims. Another year after that, I've developed a strong sense of compassion for those unfortunate people whose suffering I've witnessed. I sometimes get carried away, furious for the people who suffered difficulty because of some twisted ulterior motive.
My emotions, judgments, were always against the instigator, murderer, perpetrator, and the killer. Today, I felt nothing but pity for Amalia who's silently watching the happenings in front of her. To feel pity for someone who's guilty made me feel like I'm betraying my oath. Like I've colluded with them. Some part of me wanted to join the interrogation, seeking for justice, answers, while the other part of me wanted to forget the whole ordeal.
