A pile of votes appear in front of the Sergeant, votes he quickly counts. When he's done, he stands up and looks at them. For a moment the silence is thick, he looks at the clock again.
You weren't brought here by mere coincidence, Mira. I have the feeling you wouldn't be amused if I said my reasons -- and this isn't the time to say it, anyway.
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I did think you'd kill someone without it having to be in self-defense. That I am disappointed about.
That doesn't make sense. If you get a bunch of people together who are as likely to murder as you say, it should be more natural that this situation would occur.
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[For the first time since he arrived, there's a small hint of a grin underneath the shadows over the Sergeant's face]
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I did think you'd kill someone without it having to be in self-defense. That I am disappointed about.
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