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When one is being dragged, rather unceremoniously, into custody, of course there are many things running through their mind. It's almost enough to completely cut off any knowledge of the physical world around them, and the actions required are unconscious and automatic.
Kristoph Gavin always had been a well rounded man of his own choosing, even dismissing labels such as 'auditory' or 'kinesthetic' from the age of twelve. A label was something that would pin a particular characteristic to a person, and characteristics were things that could be explored, exploited and used in order to control or otherwise influence somebody. This aversion to labels was a significantly beneficial trait to have in a profession that dealt not only with the solid foundations of the law, but the complexities of human emotion. In rejecting labels himself, Kristoph was able to see the attributes in others, and therefore exploit them. It could turn an eye witness into a culprit, given the appropriate degree of intelligence.
However, despite this distaste for labels, auditory swam before his mind as he was jostled past rows of cells, because in his head were echoes. Echoes of his own, insane laughter in the courtroom. The fury with which he had howled the name of his enemy. The final bang of the gavel as the defendant was proclaimed 'Not Guilty' using a new farce of a judicial system. And echoes of speech.
"This is the trial case for a new judicial system."
"Kristoph... It's over."
"The law isn't absolute. It's filled with contradictions."
All of them, echoes of a voice with the unmistakeable accusation of betrayal. The only voice in which Kristoph would have been able to detect that whisper of pain underlaying each condemning statement.
Klavier.
It was a cruel irony, really. That the only voice Kristoph would have taken any notice of outside a courtroom was the one that spoke within the halls of justice to condemn him. Klavier was a prosecutor, but he had worked with Kristoph's deluded fool of a protege to sentence his brother in place of a useless little girl.
It was just the type of ridiculously valiant deed that Klavier would do for others.
Kristoph barely registered it as the guards either side of him stopped, opening a door for him to be held in until his deciding hearing. His mind was still brimming with a chaotic whirl of auditory memories, Klavier's face swimming in vivid clarity at the forefront of his mind amidst a blurry backdrop of Wright, Justice and the Mishams.
He was shoved into the cell without a word, the guards locking the door behind him and moving off quickly. Kristoph felt the pressure of keeping his composure amongst other people lift off his shoulders, and he sank onto the ground, hands clamping over his ears in an illogical attempt to stop those memories from shouting in his mind so loudly.
A thought had suddenly slammed into the forefront of Kristoph's mind, more unecessary recitings about labels and what accepting one meant. It would mean being vulnerable, predictable, susceptible to attack.
Kristoph's unlabelled nature had ceased to exist. He was now labelled as a criminal, in the eyes of the public and, more importantly, the eyes of his brother.
When Kristoph gavin was thrown, rather unceremoniously, into custody, of course there were many things running through his mind.
"You aren't changing. You've stopped."
It was almost enough to cut off the knowledge of his new, solitary world, and his actions were unconscious and automatic.
"You're not needed anymore."
And that was why he wept.