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Karma entered the capital building after a few hours had passed. She hadn't pursued Vi right away, allowing Vi time alone to cool off. She pushed the heavy wooden doors aside and winced when she heard a loud creak from one of the hinges. Vi clearly didn't open them gently. A couple of inquiries to the people inside told her that Vi hadn't gone up to her room, but rather to the training room.
She walked tranquilly past the ornate room dividers, she always enjoyed the splendid artwork that decorated them and never missed an opportunity to view them again. Created not by paint or dye, but multiple colors of thread woven together.
Her favorite piece featured the ocean, populated with multiple fishing boats. The piece was brought together by a sunset in the distance setting the scene with contrasting oranges and pinks. As she passed the artistic dividers she began to feel at peace; she knew what she wanted to say to Vi.
She slid open the doors, and saw that the room was nearly empty save for Vi. A sandbag was hung to the ceiling by a thick rope, and the young woman was punching it. To Karma's mild surprise, Vi wasn't thrashing the bag. Her strikes were deliberate, methodical. Her eyes were steely but not heated. Her punches followed a steady rhythm.
Karma walked up to her and bowed slightly. "Have you seen the artwork along the way here?"
Vi grunted an affirmative.
"Vi, I want to talk about what I said earlier."
Vi stopped punching, her fist still on the sand bag. She glanced at Karma, a sidelong glance brimming with irritation. "What about it." Her voice was calm, but there was a clear effort put into keeping it that way.
"I understand that you don't feel the same way about justice that I do. My philosophy when it comes to the mentally ill is—" She broke off when Vi slammed another fist into the bag.
"I don't care what you think is the right thing." Vi whispered, her voice dangerously close to a snarl. "Jinx is the reason several people I knew and cared about are dead. At this point, I have every intention on making sure the death sentence is carried out."
Karma sighed. "You desire vengeance. It is a very natural thing to desire. But you can't—"
"I came here to blow off steam." She interrupted. "Not listen to you prattle on. You can sit up there on your high horse, pretending you'd always make the ethical choice, the 'right' choice. When people you care about get hurt or even die because you did the 'right' thing, then you can stand there and tell me to forgive the murderer."
Karma's eyes fell. "I have lost many friends, years ago."
Vi didn't respond.
"When Noxus attacked my hometown, the elders were confident that our pacifism would spare us from their wrath. But they were wrong. They were killed. I killed their leader."
"So you killed him." Vi noted. "Instead of forgiving him."
"He was not mentally ill in the slightest." She clarified. "He knew what he was doing, so he could be treated as such."
"Is that so? Did you get a confirmation that he wasn't crazy?" Vi's expression had some venom in it. "Or did you just act?"
Karma narrowed her eyes. "I acted because my life and the life of those close were…" She stopped speaking, and her lips tightened when Vi's bitter grin widened.
"I guess you can't look me in the eye and tell me to forgive."
"Well, you know that Jinx isn't completely in control of her own actions. You are not in danger now, so you can make an informed decision."
Vi stepped away from the sandbag and dusted off her hands. "You are hilarious. You're trying to tell me I can't kill a murderer just because they're insane, yet you keep telling yourself that the person you killed was completely fine without proof." She walked up to Karma, a steely glare straight into the other woman's eyes. "Let me ask you something. Do you think every single victim of Jhin's cared about his mental state? Do you think people hurt by Jinx care about her mental state? Do you think the elders in your village cared?" A finger jabbed at Karma's chest, but stopped short of actually touching her. "They don't care either way because they're dead. It doesn't matter how they died, and I don't care about the personal problems of the killer. They ended someone else's life, and they will pay for it."
Karma didn't speak for a moment. "You don't think what you're considering can be considered murder?"'
"No." She said flatly as she dragged the sandbag to a corner of the room. "And if it is, I don't care."
"Even if the law is forced to arrest you?"
Vi stopped moving for a moment. "If I did something here, you'd arrest me." She asked, her back turned.
Karma felt her heart sink. "I would. I would not want to, but I would."
Finished, Vi shoved past Karma without another word, towards her room.
Elder Rovar's toady was waiting by the door when Vi got there. She had never learned his name, nor did she really care. "Miss Vi, what a pleasure. Elder Rovar was so worried when you left without warning."
"I don't need a nursemaid." She snapped as she shoved past the scrawny man. When he placed a hand on her arm she gripped it with her other hand, hard enough to make him fall to his knees. "Touch me again and you're going over the railing."
"M-my apologies, but you had sand on your sleeve, and I was brushing it off before you went into your room."
She glanced down and noted that he was right. She let him go and muttered an apology before entering, closing the door in his face.