[Justice League] Violent Aesthetics

You hide in the wardrobe in Fort Roch and spy on the hostess who is throwing the satchel on the sofa.

Most of the time, you don’t have enough chances to make judgments and choices, because the last train parked next to the platform will not open the door to you for a long time, and the receding sea water will not wait for you to leave the beach leisurely with a beach chair On the other side, it rushed again violently.

Most of the time, you will regret and deny the choices you were forced to make in a short period of time by the objective environment.

Most of the time, you don't think that even if the butterfly effect in the world does happen, there will always be some choices that have nothing to do with you.

If you try to catch a blue and white porcelain bottle worth tens of millions when it falls a meter from the ground, you'll dive right into it.In the end, the vase crumbles in front of you, and you soil your brand new suit and lie on the floor.You can't change the vase will fall into pieces, whether you decide to sit by or not.

It has nothing to do with you.It, she, he, they have nothing to do with you, you are not the center, there is nothing that you must intervene to do.

I don't think I'm that good at making decisions, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid to make them.

When I stopped in front of the Red Lantern, I wasn't thinking, "What am I going to do to convince these goddamned alien dim sums?" I was thinking, "I've never seen the Red Lantern Corps look so good from this angle." Majestic", what I thought was not: "What will happen to them, what will happen to Breeze. What stand should I take to face these vengeful wolves", what I thought was: "In another world, I am one of them. They have never been meaner than any legion here, and their red symbol of hunting has been ignited, brighter than the summer sun, and more people want to escape."

I don't know how John Stewart beside me was thinking, but I deliberately stood a little further ahead than him, and the Red Lantern Corps was stopped by the two of us before they stepped into the territory of the Sinestro Corps.

"There's no point in stopping me."

Only the shriveled skeleton wings of Breeze are waving red light, and the scarlet oily liquid at the corner of her mouth is sprayed onto the vacuum black curtain with the opening and closing of her mouth. In her eyes, except for the colors headed by the wavelength in the spectrum, almost Can't see anything else anymore.

"This is not your war. If you stop me, we—you are just a red lantern in name only."

I answered some words.

She would rather continue the conversation with Guy Gardner than bring thousands of red light cubs to pounce on the bodies of the two creatures from the earth on the opposite side like hungry beasts—besides It doesn't make sense, we're here or we're not.

Breeze's voice gradually became sharper. If he had to use something to describe it, it would most resemble the sound made by an eagle that lost its cub hovering over the edge of a cliff.

I answered some words.

"Step aside."

"Get out of my way," she said.

I answered some words.

"If you want to rely on your previous leadership ability to stop this catastrophe called "The Destruction of the Sinestro Legion", you have no right to do so."

I answered some words.

The Green Lantern Corps has its own strict order, which is why, while John is making choices we can all understand and agree with, the damn little blue men and their high-level civil service administration are poised to draw the most disgusting end to his life.

Even if they knew - if John Stewart hadn't done it, the Green Lantern Corps would have faced a catastrophe that could have been avoided.

He did not tarnish the dignity of the legion. Justice will never change its will just because of the number of people who support it. Some people choose to bow their heads in front of the so-called rules, but some people would rather be hit on the head by a beam than to look away. Glance down.Just like a tradition, when someone breaks it, you can naturally tell right from wrong, but you choose to deceive yourself to convince yourself of the bottom line.

I hate these orders, and I never deny that I am full of dissatisfaction with it, but that doesn't mean I didn't love the Green Lantern Corps.

You hide in Beckett's closet and spy on the hostess who is throwing the satchel on the sofa.

That time we were sitting on a planet whose name I had long since forgotten, and when Carol was mentioned, Kyle Rayner's eyes softened a lot.So I asked him why that part of worry in his eyes existed, and I remember Kyle's answer very clearly.

"It's Hal, he shouldn't have lied to Carol like that."

The planet is reddish-brown, and the rocky part of the surface is very delicate and not hard.On the highest piece of rock, Rainer's voice seemed flat.

"what happened."

"I have no idea."

Kyle lowered his head, and I turned my face to see his expression, as if he was going to accompany some nasty guests downstairs for dinner, his attitude was complicated and full of cover-ups.

I know it happened for a reason, people and things that shouldn't have been there about that seemingly perfect dinner party.I try my best to remember only the disgust of the yellow badge on the Flash's chest, and forget about the scenes that have nothing to do with me but are seen by me.

There's no point in saying more to Kyle.

"She's been very out of shape recently. She told me that she's had enough of Hal, and she doesn't want to see him again." Kyle carefully fingered the fine gravel on the ground, as if he came here far away from Oa , and we must always be on guard against those who should not hear these words. "I'm worried about Carol—but I'm more worried about Hal. He's in Seaside, and his job..."

"In the end, there are always people who live up to their ambitions and don't deserve all the suffering."

I leaned back, palms on the ground.I imagined I saw the little mountain stream rushing down to the plain.

Then I pretended I didn't know what Kyle was struggling with.

Suppose I find out Hal's "secret" is a very exciting surprise.

Assume that life is both mundane and thrilling.

Hid in Miloti's closet and peeped at the hostess who was throwing her satchel on the sofa.

There's little hope of stopping the Red Lantern Corps, and Breeze is right, it's her war, and we're not on the same page, even though she saved me from O'Ari.

It didn't take long, all the people present fell into a chaotic battle, and the Sinestro Legion who broke into the arena at this time——

We have three flavors of ice cream: Mango, Green Apple and Strawberry.

"An unstoppable lantern battle!"

"Do you have a better idea!"

"If I'm doing this to protect the Earth or the world I belong to, at least I'll be more willing!"

"I can't believe I'm fighting for the Sinestro Corps!"

"Like a dream?"

You don't always do what you think is right, but it's hard to accept when it doesn't.

The battle is like every battle, and there are no new tricks. Explosion, limbs, bleeding, and death. From a distance, it looks like two strands of fluorescent paint melted in water slowly disperse, dissolve, and disappear.

War is not always civilized, but barbarism can also wear the cloak of saints, as if we have degenerated and degenerated early on, and have become only able to seek solutions to problems with fists and kicks.

Howl, caught in the red flowers, and the mace he wields are particularly obvious.

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