Rena Rouge had taken to considering her superhero partners as her kits, and right now, she desperately wanted to tear a new one into Hawkmoth even though she knew that he was arrested and couldn't physically cause any more harm and that he couldn't really do much else really.

"He's the worst of the worst." Rena Rouge trailed in harsh circles, her tail dangling before her, swaying with the aggression that bubbled out of her without fail.

"Rena," Adrien tried; he'd just returned from Hawkmoth's jail cell to admit like they'd half expected him to that Hawkmoth didn't feel guilty at all and that his words had somehow twisted guilt into Adrien's heart. Cat Noir wasn't supposed to be weakened under harsh nature of his father, not when he'd done so much good for Paris, and possibly the world in its own little ways.

"No!" She snarled, "That bastard's just that, a bastard! He's not allowed to twist our sunshine child into a dark cloud of whatever he seems to like!" She threw her hands in the air, aggression pouring forth from her in waves, "I hate cowards like that."

"Alya," Carapace tried with her first name, "He's in jail. There's no use fighting him."
"There's always reason to fight a guy with that many issues!" She again threw her hands up into the air, and Ladybug stared down at her feet. They all remembered fighting Hawkmoth, remembered seeing his unmasked face for the first time ever.

"We all hate him too." Queen Bee shifted from her spot on the edge of the roof, "But I just don't have the energy to go beat him to a pulp, and the mayor's daughter in jail, awful, just bad for press." She shrugged, and Alya was half tempted to hit her though she knew that that wouldn't relieve the tension within her.

"I," Adrien paused, "I, don't hate him, Alya, Chloe." Adrien wasn't sure that he could hate his father despite all of this; oh, he wanted to! He just couldn't find the energy to hate a man that had only wanted his wife back, Adrien's mother, and that helped make Adrien the way that he was.

He wished that he could only see the bad in his father or all of the ways that they'd messed up; it was broken, and he couldn't say that he loved him, just he didn't hate him either.

Ladybug spoke up softly, "We must forgive." She looked lost, and even though she'd never always followed that message, she felt like she could or should.

"Yeah," Carapace muttered but didn't say anything else; he'd been beyond frustrated with Gabriel Agreste for so long and yet it had fizzled down or he'd decided to live what feels impossible to live in this case.

"Just," Tears sprang forth in Alya's eyes, "I can't just let him go unpunished for all of this."

"He's being punished, Alya." Carapace muttered, and a life jail sentence didn't feel like enough for all the torment and fear that he'd caused when really it should have. It was too personal to feel like enough.

"I know!" She wailed, and her bellicose rage seemed to finally fizzle down though it clearly wouldn't leave her mind regardless of whatever else stood in her way.