Mercy stepped forward, her movements fluid as water over stone. "May I ask, Cardinal — he killed hundreds. What makes him so important that we have to bring him in alive?"
"That," Theresa said, her smile turning cold, "is not your concern. Your concern is bringing him to me alive. The Church has questions that need answering."
Judgment snorted. "So we're supposed to work with someone who already failed once?"
Light's head turned slightly, just enough to glance at her from the corner of his eye. "I underestimated the target. It won't happen again."
"You're damn right it won't," Judgment shot back. "Because we'll be handling the actual work."
'Ugly. Crude. Graceless.'
