[ At the question, the Judge is still, mask turned towards his title - name - written in the dirt. After a long silence, he drags the stick through the letters, crossing it out with a single line.
Nothing, now.
The name is a holdover, a misnomer. He was only ever an agent of violence. And now, he is hunted as he hunted those in life. He cannot be who he once was, that man that brought the Collapse upon the world. But 'Judge' seems unfitting, he is unfit to pass judgment on anyone for their sins. He was meant to protect the flock he had once terrorized, but in the end, he failed that, too. That he is here now is proof of his sin.
Another silence, and finally the Judge simply shakes his head. Nothing, now. ]
no subject
Nothing, now.
The name is a holdover, a misnomer. He was only ever an agent of violence. And now, he is hunted as he hunted those in life. He cannot be who he once was, that man that brought the Collapse upon the world. But 'Judge' seems unfitting, he is unfit to pass judgment on anyone for their sins. He was meant to protect the flock he had once terrorized, but in the end, he failed that, too. That he is here now is proof of his sin.
Another silence, and finally the Judge simply shakes his head. Nothing, now. ]