“What a pity he did not stab the vile creature, when he had a chance!”
“Pity? It was pity that stayed his hand. Pity, and mercy: not to strike without need.”
“I do not feel any pity for him. Alex Jones deserves death.”
“Deserves death! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give that to them? Then be not too eager to deal out death in the name of justice, fearing for your own safety. Even the wise cannot see all ends.”
“Okay, but can I at least enjoy a guffaw when he gets himself poetically killed?”
In the wizard’s face he saw at first only lines of care and sorrow; though as he looked more intently he perceived that under all there was a great joy: a fountain of mirth enough to set a kingdom laughing, were it to gush forth.
All the worst things in history have happened because grown-ass men decided to play pretend but for real and no adult stepped up to make them to knock it the fuck off.