She was trapped; pinned between justice and an impossible fall. The sky was red as the blood she'd left pooling on the tiles of the cathedral floor, silhouetting her as she stood with her back to us, contemplating her choice. Tall stucco buildings glared from hollow eyes, disapproving of our pursuit. I agreed with them as I pushed my way to the front of the guards, closer to her.
I know what I had witnessed, but even so, no one deserved this. Either way, she would die. And I wasn't entirely convinced she was wrong, that we weren't the ones inflicting a corrupt sense of justice. I wasn't sure why I had followed her, or what I hoped to accomplish, but some small voice urged me to try and talk her away from her fate--to try and save her.
As if hearing my doubts, she turned to face the guards splayed out in cautious defense. She smiled at the spears trained on her, the look a cobra gets before it strikes. Her dark eyes locked on mine. In that instant I could see she wasn't repentant. She b