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Morality of Action, Wednesday Afternoon
There was... still a cat in the classroom. That cat was still radiating disdain at the group.
The redhead in front of the class radiated more of a can-do attitude, overlaying a vague hint of jittery anxious energy. "Hi," Jesse said. "Uh, I'm Jesse Faden. I'm the mayor. Your teacher is having a major cat episode, so the administration asked me to step in for a minute. Something about keeping the moose away from Portalocity paperwork."
She cleared her throat. "I'm... not... completely sure what you've been learning here," she admitted. "But I do have a few thoughts. Specifically, when do you know if you've gone too far? Say you've dedicated your life to figuring out how supernatural events work. How to stop them from getting people hurt. But as time goes on, your methods start to involve people getting hurt. Sometimes you have casualties, right? We're still working to make the world better. That kind of thing."
Shit. I am so bad at teaching. What was I thinking?
"Where do you think the line is?" she said, catching herself. "Does it start with hurting one person? Ten? Twenty? Is it when you stop thinking carefully about the numbers? Or when getting people hurt becomes about something else, about showing you have control over something?"
Beat. "I... wonder about that. Sometimes."
No reason.
The redhead in front of the class radiated more of a can-do attitude, overlaying a vague hint of jittery anxious energy. "Hi," Jesse said. "Uh, I'm Jesse Faden. I'm the mayor. Your teacher is having a major cat episode, so the administration asked me to step in for a minute. Something about keeping the moose away from Portalocity paperwork."
She cleared her throat. "I'm... not... completely sure what you've been learning here," she admitted. "But I do have a few thoughts. Specifically, when do you know if you've gone too far? Say you've dedicated your life to figuring out how supernatural events work. How to stop them from getting people hurt. But as time goes on, your methods start to involve people getting hurt. Sometimes you have casualties, right? We're still working to make the world better. That kind of thing."
Shit. I am so bad at teaching. What was I thinking?
"Where do you think the line is?" she said, catching herself. "Does it start with hurting one person? Ten? Twenty? Is it when you stop thinking carefully about the numbers? Or when getting people hurt becomes about something else, about showing you have control over something?"
Beat. "I... wonder about that. Sometimes."
No reason.
Where Is Your Line?
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