Wake up, Meguro. There's no damn justice here, an' there ain't gonna be.

[Badou hasn't believed in justice for what feels like a long, long time]

[violence has proven itself, over and over and over again, to be easier to find evidence for]

It'll just fall through the cracks. Get forgotten.

[it was funny, to think of how many times he'd been told people aren't like that here. it was really fucking hilarious, with a boy next to him, cold and pale and risen from the fucking grave]

[Badou's arm around the other doesn't tighten (boy-animals don't like to be constrained, even if he was pretending he wasn't one), but it doesn't falter, either]

That's what happens.