kiwimidnight:

James Flint in every episode:
XXVII.  I wasn’t there, but, um, I’d hazard the guess that you learned of what had happened, told him how fucking stupid he was,
and in that moment, he gave you a look that amounted to something less than contrite.
And in that moment, you felt it. Darkness. Hate. Showing indifference to the authority
that you sacrificed so much to acquire, disdain for refusing to acknowledge that his actions, had you not intervened,
would have led to an outcome that he would have held you responsible for reversing.
Pride. Questioning what kind of man you are if you don’t seek retribution for the offense.
Maybe you went too far. Maybe you didn’t go far enough. Maybe you did it just right.
The point is that while you were doing it, you heard a voice telling you that disciplining him
would prevent him from repeating the offense, a voice that sounded like reason, and there was reason to it,
as the most compelling lies are comprised almost entirely of the truth.
But that’s what it does. Cloaks itself in whatever it must to move you to action.
And the more you deny its presence, the more powerful it gets, and the more likely it is to consume you entirely
without you ever even knowing it was there. Now, if you and I are to lead these men together,
you must learn to know its presence well so that you may use it… Rather than it use you.