Jules tilted his head. “And what about you, Dredd? Ever wonder? Ever feel the weight of a single, un-permitted tear?”
“The Law is a cage, and the jailer has forgotten the key is in his own hand.” dredd jules
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. Jules tilted his head
He ejected the spent casing, letting it clatter onto the concrete. Then he turned and walked back toward the light, leaving the dead poet to his final, silent stanza. The Law had been served. dredd jules