"I was... Judge. You don't understand. Everyone... everyone was fighting. I wanted it to stop. I wanted peace."
The more she talks, the quicker, more panicked her words become as if she has to explain herself to a total stranger. This is the tone of someone who can feel regret, but still isn't quite apologizing; someone who may know she's done wrong, yet still feels pain, still hasn't quite reconciled what drove her, despite her feeble explanation now. There's fear in her voice, tight with frustration, but soft with vulnerability.
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"I was... Judge. You don't understand. Everyone... everyone was fighting. I wanted it to stop. I wanted peace."
The more she talks, the quicker, more panicked her words become as if she has to explain herself to a total stranger. This is the tone of someone who can feel regret, but still isn't quite apologizing; someone who may know she's done wrong, yet still feels pain, still hasn't quite reconciled what drove her, despite her feeble explanation now. There's fear in her voice, tight with frustration, but soft with vulnerability.