JUSTICE
It was something he had strived for every day of his life, the pinnacle of purity to which all-good citizens yearned, but yet scorned. Justice was blind, but he couldn't afford to be, he was its eyes, ears and teeth, the force behind it. There were those who would take away what bite it had, muzzle him, and stop him from ensuring the shackles were kept free, to keep the scales balanced. A hard and thankless job, but someone had to do it, walk the line and keep England smelling, even if ever so faintly, of roses and lavender.