Morally Black † BSD Fanfic

Right and wrong were never rivals. Only illusions dressed for different crowds.

Mercy is just cruelty waiting for applause, and justice is vengeance with a better tailor.

Love manipulates, truth distorts, and kindness rots when no one's watching.

Morality isn't a compass; it's a costume party.

And the ones who wear white the loudest are often the ones with the dirtiest hands.

You call it wrong because it doesn't suit you. I call it necessary because it works.

And deep down, you understand me.