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"... since that day, I have not been alive. I have been dead," the old man spoke.
At the edge of a cliff overlooking clusters of geothermal pits he'd used to transform Antarctica, the heart of his new home, he had delivered his manifesto ...
"You're pathetic."
The next thing Zorndyke knew, he was flat on his back, bits of broken glass digging into his cheeks and his nose a bloody, broken mess.
Tetsu Hayami glared down at his prone form over the sights of a pistol, the hand not holding it still clenched into a fist and shaking.
"Nothing, _nothing_ in what you have said absolves you of carrying the responsibility for your own actions, and if you think you can just dodge that responsibility like this you selfish, egotistic fuck, you have another think coming!"
A boot to the side turned him over.
"Death is what you want, isn't it? Making yourself into some kind of martyr ... well, guess again."
A hand grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him upright again, before it turned him to face towards the shoreline and shoved him forward.
"Jung Zorndyke, as an officer of the Blue Fleet I hereby place you under arrest for crimes against humanity. "
He stumbled, but the hand at the back of his neck kept him from falling, even as it kept his moving forward ...
"You _will_ be given a trial, and it _will_ be very, very fair, and very, very well documented. I guarantee you that the memory of those atrocities you've committed will not be allowed to just _fade away_."
*
"Why?" Kino Mayumi asked, staring as Hayami cuffed Zorndyke's hands behind the old man's back.
"Because, for once, I want to do the right thing. Because this _is_ the right thing to do," the senior pilot smiled mirthlessly. "And because killing him now would be giving him exactly what he wants, and I'm a spiteful son of a bitch."
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Or something like that is the way I'd have wanted to see the issue of what to do with the old fart deal with. Sure, just shooting him was probably very satisfying, but ultimately? With the sort of crap this guy pulled off, a quick, relatively painless death followed by martyrdom is the last thing he deserves.
Oh, and Hayami ought to then empty the magazine of that pistol into Verg.
-Griever