The kinds of things Rinzler had pulled would've merited at least a century in jail in the Hierarchy. Saren would have called it paltry.
Nihlus had been inclined to agree- up until Elle had cast her vote on Rinzler's trial.
Now he's less sure of himself.
J's death and failed resurrection had been the main reason for his vote and plea for a more severe punishment. You didn't kill innocent civilians and walk away with only a month in solitary confinement, unintentional or otherwise. Spearfall's death had been more of a gray area, but J's was clear as day.
And yet.
As Nihlus makes his way down to Rinzler's cell, he finds himself idly wishing for Saren's black and whiteness again- and then promptly hates himself for it. Even if the bastard hadn't shot him, it wasn't like Nihlus had a ever agreed with the older agent's ethical choices half the damn time.
What if Elle was right, anyways? Was he compromised for letting himself be swayed into thinking Rinzler deserved another chance? And with what evidence? He can't trust his instincts anymore, not when it'd let his mentor put him in the cross-hairs.
And yet.
It's not an unfamiliar doubt. This is not an unfamiliar situation. After eight years of being a Spectre and working with the people he did, doing the things he had...
He stops in front of the glass, the click of his talons fading into silence. If Rinzler looks up, he'll see Nihlus' striped face set in a carefully neutral expression.
no subject
Nihlus had been inclined to agree- up until Elle had cast her vote on Rinzler's trial.
Now he's less sure of himself.
J's death and failed resurrection had been the main reason for his vote and plea for a more severe punishment. You didn't kill innocent civilians and walk away with only a month in solitary confinement, unintentional or otherwise. Spearfall's death had been more of a gray area, but J's was clear as day.
And yet.
As Nihlus makes his way down to Rinzler's cell, he finds himself idly wishing for Saren's black and whiteness again- and then promptly hates himself for it. Even if the bastard hadn't shot him, it wasn't like Nihlus had a ever agreed with the older agent's ethical choices half the damn time.
What if Elle was right, anyways? Was he compromised for letting himself be swayed into thinking Rinzler deserved another chance? And with what evidence? He can't trust his instincts anymore, not when it'd let his mentor put him in the cross-hairs.
And yet.
It's not an unfamiliar doubt. This is not an unfamiliar situation. After eight years of being a Spectre and working with the people he did, doing the things he had...
He stops in front of the glass, the click of his talons fading into silence. If Rinzler looks up, he'll see Nihlus' striped face set in a carefully neutral expression.