[He bursts like a dam. Claire isn't terribly worried about her own safety--she tends not to--and she's too busy listening, as it is. Eyes a touch darker blue than his don't look away, though the downwards curve of her mouth does deepen as he goes on.

None of this is about her, but her thoughts flick to Randall. Bonnet. Men that killed and hurt and felt no remorse for any of it, even up until their deaths. People the world didn't miss.]

I can't.

[She admits easily enough.]

People don't always get what they deserve, good or bad. But is it really your place to play the role of judge, jury, and executioner?

[Her voice is calm, quiet. He'll have to listen if he wants to hear her at all.]

You're angry. It comes from a good place, I believe. But anger is... dangerous. Worse than fear.