79 Death Brings Justice (2/2)

”How was he not convicted?” I found myself asking. ”The detective, in my amateur opinion, did a great job and got a confession out of him.” It was dubious that he had not been caught.

”He was a high ranking military official. They snubbed the case and made it private, never to be spoken about again. It is because of his death that they have revealed these files.” That was horrible. How did it come to this?

”So, they got him out and then asked him to retire?” I asked. What kind of a world did we live in?

”The world is corrupt. The military was trying to make sure their reputation was not brought into question. As long as that didn't happen, what was a couple of heinous crimes.” He shrugged.

”You don't approve of the military,” I stated.

”Now, that is a conversation for another day.” He rolled his shoulders and moved to the next video.

I looked down at the plate of fruits to see that we had unconsciously finished it. Good. The fruits were just ripe and keeping them aside would lead to a fridge full of spoiled fruits.

”They found her body, right?” I asked. That was the least they could do.

”They did. The police dug up her body exactly at the location he had given. They returned her body to her family and made them sign a non-disclosure agreement. It was military orders.” Sebastian's voice was low and mournful.

”That's horrible. They weren't even able to mourn her death properly. But now, it is all coming to light, isn't it? Now, a psychopath has killed Richard. In a twisted way, justice was served.”

I tilted my head back and stared at the ceiling.

”You could say that. But does an act of violence really nullify or bring justice for another?” Sebastian speculated.

”This is what angers me. Sometimes, the law is unable to do anything. They let the victims rot and their families suffer. And then these people come around, act as vigilantes.” I paused. ”No act of violence is justified... even if the victim is a ruthless psychopath.” I sighed.

”You're absolutely right. Don't think that vigilantes or psychopaths who kill criminals are doing this for justice. It's a means to their end. Maybe they are triggered, but they made a conscious choice to kill. They are no better than the people they are punishing.”

I nodded absentmindedly. ”Why is the world such a dark place?”

”Remember, believe in the good in people. The world is a swamp, but you wade through it and try your best to get out. Everyone is doing the same. Without hope, you won't want to live. You'll have no choice but to extinguish your life.”

Yes, I had thought about that possibility, too. I didn't want to admit it, but I had thought about it.