Jules - Dredd

He crushed the slate in his gloved hand, shards of glass and plastic biting into his palm. The feeling—that alien, liquid warmth—vanished like a snuffed candle.

And that was the law.

Dredd’s Lawgiver remained level. “Heston was found in a sub-level cistern. Self-inflicted exsanguination. He’d written your stanzas on his own skin with a shard of glass. That’s cause and effect, citizen.” dredd jules

“No.”

“Negative. For anyone who reads the file.” He crushed the slate in his gloved hand,

But somewhere in the deep, unlit cellar of Judge Dredd’s mind, a key turned in a lock he’d sworn was rusted shut. And for the first time in thirty years, he wondered if justice and mercy were ever the same thing.

Dredd took it. The screen flickered, then displayed a single line of text: Dredd’s Lawgiver remained level

Jules tilted his head. “And what about you, Dredd? Ever wonder? Ever feel the weight of a single, un-permitted tear?”