[is the first thing gamora says, slowly and carefully, at the opening she's been given. because even as she says it, she's still weighing everything that zhongli has said over in her mind. it's not unreasonable; he's not unreasonable.
and because of that, she can only offer honesty.]
But I don't know if I'm the right person to answer that question. I'm a stranger to this world; I don't know all your laws or what facilities you have. [a beat, then:] I just know what it's like for a single being to believe that he has the power to decide who lives and who dies, no matter what they've done.
[there's a falter, just barely audible. averting her eyes for a moment, she swallows, then lifts them again.]
No one would disagree that Mr. Tibbs has committed atrocities, and no one is claiming that he isn't dangerous. Imprisonment is also an imperfect solution, because there's always a chance for an escape. [her voice is no longer quiet; as the volume picks up, so does the passion, and so does the resolve. like his inflexibility, this jolts through the communion.] But there's also a chance for him to see the error of his ways; a chance for him to make different choices. And if you kill him, you take that chance away.
[there's passion in her voice, emotion; it cracks with that, just slightly, with a question of her own —] Who are any of us to decide that he doesn't deserve to have it?
no subject
[is the first thing gamora says, slowly and carefully, at the opening she's been given. because even as she says it, she's still weighing everything that zhongli has said over in her mind. it's not unreasonable; he's not unreasonable.
and because of that, she can only offer honesty.]
But I don't know if I'm the right person to answer that question. I'm a stranger to this world; I don't know all your laws or what facilities you have. [a beat, then:] I just know what it's like for a single being to believe that he has the power to decide who lives and who dies, no matter what they've done.
[there's a falter, just barely audible. averting her eyes for a moment, she swallows, then lifts them again.]
No one would disagree that Mr. Tibbs has committed atrocities, and no one is claiming that he isn't dangerous. Imprisonment is also an imperfect solution, because there's always a chance for an escape. [her voice is no longer quiet; as the volume picks up, so does the passion, and so does the resolve. like his inflexibility, this jolts through the communion.] But there's also a chance for him to see the error of his ways; a chance for him to make different choices. And if you kill him, you take that chance away.
[there's passion in her voice, emotion; it cracks with that, just slightly, with a question of her own —] Who are any of us to decide that he doesn't deserve to have it?