In all the years I've worked for the Court, I've never had to recalibrate the Oratrice.
[ Neuvillette's arms are crossed over his chest, his lips pressed in a thin line as he considers the machine before them. He looks at the same scales visible to the public whenever a trial happens, appearing for all the world like nothing's wrong, and then reaches out to press a gloved hand over its centre. ]
I... know how, theoretically. [ His head dips. In a full courtroom, he would never allow such a gesture, but for the moment they're the only two present in this empty, grand hall. ] But I worry my own understanding of what's right may not quite align with what actually is.
Hence my need for your assistance. I believe [ and here Neuvillette faces Navia properly ] your sense of justice in context of our citizens is more comprehensive than whatever's written in our laws.
Between my knowledge of texts and your practical experience, I imagine that together we create a wider perspective. Do you agree?
[ the very idea that the oratrice would need calibrating at all is.. flabbergasting to her, and likely to all of fontaine, indeed. never once has it failed to agree with the chief justice's notion of what is right and good, and of course this recent incongruity has stirred the masses. the talk has not ceased.
though navia is here to help, she's also admittedly slaking her own curiosity, here. ]
Well, that's certainly high praise from the Chief Justice himself, but.. yes, I agree.
[ he might represent the mind of fontaine, but if anything, it is navia who is the beating heart. she would never presume to speak for all fontainians, of course, but she certainly has experience with the people. she adjusts the paper bag on her arm with a smile. ]
[ the pie! she's eager to give it to him, but.. later. that can be their treat, once they've finished the investigation properly. navia glances to her right and left, before spotting a small podium. ]
This should do just fine.
[ carefully, she sets the bag down so it won't tip over, then strides up toward him. ]
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[ Neuvillette's arms are crossed over his chest, his lips pressed in a thin line as he considers the machine before them. He looks at the same scales visible to the public whenever a trial happens, appearing for all the world like nothing's wrong, and then reaches out to press a gloved hand over its centre. ]
I... know how, theoretically. [ His head dips. In a full courtroom, he would never allow such a gesture, but for the moment they're the only two present in this empty, grand hall. ] But I worry my own understanding of what's right may not quite align with what actually is.
Hence my need for your assistance. I believe [ and here Neuvillette faces Navia properly ] your sense of justice in context of our citizens is more comprehensive than whatever's written in our laws.
Between my knowledge of texts and your practical experience, I imagine that together we create a wider perspective. Do you agree?
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though navia is here to help, she's also admittedly slaking her own curiosity, here. ]
Well, that's certainly high praise from the Chief Justice himself, but.. yes, I agree.
[ he might represent the mind of fontaine, but if anything, it is navia who is the beating heart. she would never presume to speak for all fontainians, of course, but she certainly has experience with the people. she adjusts the paper bag on her arm with a smile. ]
Whatever help I can provide, I'm happy to offer.
no subject
The world spins on, however, and so he must continue as well. ]
Would you like to place your bag somewhere before we begin? I'm happy to retrieve a stool from backstage if it pleases you.
no subject
[ the pie! she's eager to give it to him, but.. later. that can be their treat, once they've finished the investigation properly. navia glances to her right and left, before spotting a small podium. ]
This should do just fine.
[ carefully, she sets the bag down so it won't tip over, then strides up toward him. ]
I'm ready when you are.