What is right? (An internal arguement.)

What is wrong? (An internal argument)


"I ask you, detective? What is wrong?" I asked as I stared down the barrel and at the detective aiming the gun at me. "Is it me for stealing this?" I said holding the diamond in their view. "Or is it this organization, for ripping it from the hands of its owners?" I said as the cold night wind behind me filtered in through the broken glass. "Neither of you are right!" She yelled, gritting her teeth. "But yet, what we define wrong is their rules. It's wrong to steal if it's someone higher ranked than you. You should know where I'm going with this." I said as I watched her expression change. "Here you sit, defending the organization against the big bad Frigidi Veritas. Something you just said is wrong... So what is the line drawn in detective? Blood, gold, or sand?" I asked. "This doesn't make it right! You can't do all this crap and expect everything to work! It'll only make it worse!" "Am I making it worse? Or does it just keep getting worse, and I'm taking advantage of it"? I said walking through the broken glass, my shoes tapping against the floor. I heard the detective's gun raise the click of the hammer ringing out in the silent room. I turned around. "Go on detective, fire". I said as a gunshot rang out. I remained still as I looked to my left seeing the bullet hole in the wall. "Not every interaction can be solved so peacefully, Rosa". I turned around and the detective simply stood there almost like they were in shock. I leapt out the window making my getaway.




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