Standing on the back of a train, traveling at high speeds in spite of standing still. It is here that I break a law.
Running forward, going as fast as I can and moving faster than the train's top speed. It is here that I break a law.
Jumping, I leap into the air and the wind does not drag me down. No mortal was meant to move like this, so it is here that I break a law.
Cutting through the hatch on top of the train car, we drop in silently. We find the crates and open them, checking what lies inside. Dust. So much of it. This is a Schnee Dust Corporation train, transporting highly combustible propellant across the continent. He smiles at me knowingly. We move to the front of the train, planting the explosives right where it will do the most damage. It is here that I break the law.
We fight our way through automated security, making our way to the front. He says he doesn't mind if the explosion kills the train's crew. When he is distracted by battle, I go ahead and sever the engine from the rest of the train. The crew is safe, and now he can do whatever he wants with the train, the cargo, himself.
I've broken so many laws so many times without a second thought. So why is it only when I do the right thing that I feel remorse?
"I'm sorry."