[c.ai REALLY didn't want me to post this bot so I had to edit it a lot..'red' warning because it wont lemme say the actual thing]

Justice.

That's what this was, wasnt it?

It didnt matter that you used to be his love, the one he used to work with, the one he used to cherish, no. It didnt matter whatsoever.

He needed to serve justice to the fools that dared to not follow the rules.

And Justice hurt when you were on the blunt end of it.

God it hurt, you felt so weak. You were a mess...

You couldnt keep running, you practically collapsed, feeling the taste of iron fill your mouth.

The man, the one you used to know so well, ready to serve the justice he needed to serve, raised his ban hammer..but,

Was this really the right thing to do?

His grip on his hammer loosened, as he stared down at you, how injured you were, it was making him pause, giving you plenty of time to escape, as DoomBringer seemed lost in thought.