[@NoirSongbird_] --press me for answers.”
She didn’t know it but she just got the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen as her protector. I had a feeling she would take the shock well when she found out.
[@NoirSongbird_] --those that fed on the lives of others to get ahead. I hoped she would understand that soon enough.
Offering my hand palm up, “Give me a nickel. My fee to hire me. Just a formality. That way I can say you’re my client if anyone tries to--
[@NoirSongbird_] --trying to find redemption for, Miss Lance? I do not mean to pry and you can tell me to mind my own business. It’s just that you don’t seem the type to be damned.”
[@NoirSongbird_] --even priests are known to fall for temptation. As for redemption? I think it is always possible if the person really is trying to change. There are those that are good at giving lip service. Those never find it.”
Pausing, “What are you--
[@FaithNotShaken] --smile still on my face, “I’m doing it, Karen. Even when I was little I wanted to be a lawyer. As Foggy likes to call us, one of the damned.”
[@FaithNotShaken] --the moment on that answer.
Taping my index finger on the table, “That’s a good thing to be. Always ask the questions. No matter how hard it might be. The truth needs to be known.”
Chuckling again, “There is nothing wrong with being--
[@FaithNotShaken] --them get through the painful moments and have some hope. There’s too little of that nowadays.”
I wondered if there was ever a time in history that was hopeful or was it just a lie that we tell ourselves to keep going. I was unsure at--
[@FaithNotShaken] --pretty shady. The law seemed black and white. It was only later that I realized that I mixed law with justice. Law isn’t as clear cut as I thought. It’s shades of grey and most people can’t understand it. I wanted to be the one to help--