Dredd Jules -

The man called Jules didn’t move. He was skeletal, clad in a patchwork of velvet and mylar, his face a canvas of smeared silver paint. He looked less like a criminal and more like a dying moth.

Jules tilted his head. “And what about you, Dredd? Ever wonder? Ever feel the weight of a single, un-permitted tear?” dredd jules

“Control. Perp neutralized. Crime scene: hab-block Aurelius, sub-level 12. Recommend psych-eval for responding officer.” The man called Jules didn’t move

They weren’t.

“The Law is a cage, and the jailer has forgotten the key is in his own hand.” dredd jules

His finger twitched on the trigger.