“What’s the point of being king if you can’t kill a man or two?”
“That wouldn’t be justice.”
“It would be a lot simpler.”
—from a fanfiction
There is nothing simple about killing.
This was something that Star had learned when she was very young, before she had even realized that the people around her were even people.
Maybe it was during one of the wars in Europe, or the skirmishes and battles that littered the different chains of islands around the world. Maybe it was during the Great War or World War II or even the hundreds of little wars that littered the half century afterwards. She didn’t know, just that it had happened.
“Killing isn’t as easy as you seem to think it is, brother.”
He sneered up at her, “I don’t know, cousin,” His words were pointed, more so at the end, “All I had to do was exceed the maximum energy capacity of their little minds, something that is all to easy to do if you have the right tools.”
Star did not rise to his bait, though a desperate part of her wanted nothing more than to sink her fist into his already bruised face.
“I’ll show you maximum capacity!” the darker part of her snarled.
But she didn’t let it. Didn’t let the words or actions or emotions do more than fester in a corner of her mind. She hadn’t given in to that voice in well over a century. Not even during the worst parts of the Galactic War had she fully unleashed the part of her that had wanted to unleash the dark horrors of what she had seen.
“The Queen will speak with you once you’ve been properly booked into the cells within the Palace.”
She nodded towards the guardsmen that had accompanied her once they’d learned that her cousin–
(Not her brother. Not anymore.)
-had been captured. He’d been restrained well enough that his abilities would not be a problem. Star didn’t bother to double check the restraints that encased his slim wrists and ankles or the circlet around his throat. They hadn’t needed to place one on his brow.
Her cousin had sacrificed his mindscape all on his own and now no longer was able to use the mind abilities that he had been born with.
“Was it worth it, brother? Was it worth it to try and achieve your warped sense of ‘justice’?” her chaotic soul whispered with glee, “Was it worth it to sacrifice so much and still fail!”