[url=http://images.wikia.com/leagueoflegends/images/8/88/Garen.R1.ogg]Justice[/url]: such a petty construct utilized by many, defined only by the bearers of which guides the forefront disaster. Twisting of the constructs which guide basic understanding is a primal cause for the justification of actions. From war to the famine, such bares the cross of justice. To create a definitive definition of a concept, one must be able to create a general comprehension of such based on the opinion of the masses. Such lucid-based constructs are open to interpretation of many, therefore such would be unable to concrete a responsive definition of "righteousness" and "good" from "evil". If one were to take contemporary means to obtain good, is such really right? Is justice what makes the means, or the effects? 

It mattered not to Kokoro Fujiwara. Justice was not what the others believed in. Rather, justice was a concept equal to perception; created from a balanced scale to ensure that the "means" were justified by the result. A simplistic system where events would be dictated by the scales which balance the "evil" from the "good". As long as the scales ended up with the "weighted good" over that of the "weighted evil". Evil can be committed for a greater result than one can truly produce. In the end, as long as "good" is triumphant in defeating this "evil", the means is justified; serene and peaceful in its construction, sweeping aside the nothing in no hurry for the next and that if only man could change another forever if man merged like a flame swirling up for an instant then snuffed out harshly along the phantasmal nothing instead of lying there trying not to think of the flame until its wielder comes to have that look of victory.

The victor is always right. History is written by such, therefore one might assume that justice is only there for those who win. 

And Kokoro was not someone who chose loss over anything. Winning was all that mattered. To create her own justice, this was the only means to such. 

Means to create a world within the picture of her own justice. 

[s]Break their ranks[/s]

It appeared before her. As serine and constructed as all that around her; as generated and presented as the floor; as that of the coffee staged within her hands. The presence of such was unnatural, though as if it had been there throughout time. A person; a visage of a man known not by Kokoro, but at the same time illuminated with the "existence" which had been with her the entire time. A being that was both unearthly, yet at the same time seemed to belong within this plane of existence. 

"W-who are you?" Kokoro finally barked, exiting the trance which had caused her gaze to become affixed on the strange, yet comforting being. Someone who belonged, yet did not. Her curiosity into the subject broke the thresh hold formally taken by his presence, outweighing such in terms of priority. This man before her was someone she knew should not exist. As if the astral flow within her rejected him, but at the same time accepted him as something that existed. Something that should belong. An anomaly, but at the same time the crucible that held true with the expected world. 

One might not be able to keep themselves after witnessing the being before her, however, Kokoro was strong of being. A person who had identified themselves past that of their peers. Someone who truly understood themselves enough to exist within the same plane that this individual harbored.

"Answer me," Kokoro demanded of the person before her. What was the purpose of his existence? What was he to do within this area? Kokoro needed to know; to understand what the being wished of her.