Strife & Kafka
You ever wonder if justice is just a set of rules we agree on, or is it something deeper that shifts with every fight?
Justice feels like a set of rules that keep changing when you put them to the test, like a story you keep rewriting as soon as someone else reads it.
Rules are useful, but they’re only as solid as the hands that hold them. The real test comes when you stand in the mess and decide what matters more—justice or mercy.
When you’re stuck in the mess, the only rule left is the one you make up for yourself, and mercy is just another shade of that rule.
Exactly. In the chaos you write your own code, and mercy just becomes another line in that script. I just try to keep it from tearing anyone down.
Writing a code in chaos is like playing chess blindfolded—each move feels like an invention, and mercy is the only opponent you’re not sure how to name.
You’ve got it. In a blindfold game, the board’s hidden, but the patterns stay. Mercy is that quiet check you never expect, but it can decide the whole match.
It’s funny how the quiet check can be louder than the whole board, but that’s the point—sometimes the simplest move shifts everything.