Safer (a Detroit: Become Human fanfic)

Does Anything Justify it

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Conan's confusion was over the roof when Raspberry opened the door to their house.

Why in the whole wide world was SHE in their house?

"Conan! Connor! Finally decided to arrive, come in. See, Hank? Told you they'd be back in time." She said, stepping away from the door and letting them in.

She was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, something Conan had never seen her wearing. She always wore her business clothes, and this was so uncanny to him.

She looked like an alien to him, in their house, in normal clothes, her hair up in a messy ponytail, casual like that.

"I was about to give up on you boys and go to sleep, thanks for bothering to show up at.. 11:30." He groaned, his smile audible from the living room.

"What is this about?" Conan asked, walking into the living room.

"We're planning on having you testify-

"YOU'RE planning on having ME testify?"

"Yes, Conan, you've got to understand, this case has been going on for way too long. It's really the time for you to speak out and put it down. Put an end to it."

"Okay, but why are you here?"

"That's rude of you," Connor said, walking past him and sitting on the couch, picking up the magazine tablet.

"I'm rude, Connor, deal with it and stop pointing it out-

"Bullshit. You're just edgy." Hank said, chuckling.

"I'm-

Raspberry shut the door, purposefully loudly.

"Can we discuss the testimony now that he's here or are you going to have familiar drama?"

"Couldn't you just text me or meet me at the Zen garden?"

"No, real life always works better," she said, walking over to Hank and sitting next to him, before gesturing for Conan to join them.

He hesitated, but what else could he do?

Then again, all of them only had his best on their mind, most people he knew did.

The thought made him smile.

Turned out writing a testimony was much more healing than he thought it'd be.

By the end of it, he felt a little bit lighter, a lot more brighter.

He knew it wasn't final, but he still felt proud of every sentence.

Most proud of the word sentence.

Most amused about imagining how the word would sound in court, not spoken by him, but by the jury.

'Guilty as charged and sentenced to X years in prison.'

In reality, any X could work for him.

All he wanted was revenge at that point. Punishment. Payback.

Barbara had told him enough about prison rape, and as sad as it sounded, some sick part in him hoped for it to happen to Kane.

He wasn't sure if that was normal, or justified, or if it was a horrible thought, but it was a thought.

And he hoped it'd happen to Ken as well.

And it scared him. And it made him angry.

So did Gavin, and it made him angry too.

It made him angry as he lay on the floor, looking up, hearing his brother's peaceful breath next to him.

Like back when all he could think about was Ken dropping the soap.

He wasn't sure if it was just the fact that he was drunk, or if it was the fact that Elijah was there, and other than his hair, nothing had really changed, and he almost killed himself and Conan for no reason, but something made him start crying. And by the time Elijah woke up, he was full on sobbing on the floor, still facing the ceiling, holding the pack of bandaids he'd used to patch up his brother's knees 4 hours ago.

"Wha- what's up? Gav? Gavin? What the fuck, Gavin, what's up bro?"

"I don't eve- I don't even know?"

"You drunk motherfucker, you're okay, c'mere."

He pushed himself up on his elbows and sat up, before hugging Gavin and pulling him up too.

Gavin sniffed, before looking up at his brother and grabbing his arm.

"You didn't mean it when you said Chloe's your only family, right?"

"What? Of course not, of course not, Gavin, of course-

"Then I'm just a sack of shit."