In Hild's defense, they did not have officers of the law in her day. The king was the law, or as close as could be reckoned, using the standards of Darrow and the modern world. What the king said, was. What the king wanted, he was given. Those who tried to break the law, defy the king, were killed. Painfully. The idea that, in recompense for breaking the law, Hild only had to pay some money in most cases made the rules seem rather weak.
Spencer worked against murderers, rapists, thieves, against people who killed and took and broke for no reason but their own sick satisfaction or greed. Not honor, not self-defense, not to protect others. He helped bring their cruelties to light so that they could be punished. Not the way Hild would see them punished, but there was some kind of reckoning. There were, in Hild's estimation, leagues upon leagues separating what Spencer did from some man potentially writing her a flimsy ticket and asking her to stop selling weed until she'd filled out a form, thank you kindly.
All that being true, Hild did not have it in her to disappoint Spencer in any way, not if she could avoid it. She gave him a small smile, fond and warm enough that the roll of her eyes, to play at being forced to acquiesced, lost all strength.
"For you," she sighed. "Just because it's you." Turning her head to peruse the papers once more, she added, "For the record, I have never bought weed, illegally or otherwise." The few times she had used the herb, it had been provided to her. "I did buy alcohol for a minor once, but she needed it."
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Spencer worked against murderers, rapists, thieves, against people who killed and took and broke for no reason but their own sick satisfaction or greed. Not honor, not self-defense, not to protect others. He helped bring their cruelties to light so that they could be punished. Not the way Hild would see them punished, but there was some kind of reckoning. There were, in Hild's estimation, leagues upon leagues separating what Spencer did from some man potentially writing her a flimsy ticket and asking her to stop selling weed until she'd filled out a form, thank you kindly.
All that being true, Hild did not have it in her to disappoint Spencer in any way, not if she could avoid it. She gave him a small smile, fond and warm enough that the roll of her eyes, to play at being forced to acquiesced, lost all strength.
"For you," she sighed. "Just because it's you." Turning her head to peruse the papers once more, she added, "For the record, I have never bought weed, illegally or otherwise." The few times she had used the herb, it had been provided to her. "I did buy alcohol for a minor once, but she needed it."