There was no way she was going to stay with the watch after that. Not only had the Sheriff organized the slaughtering of an entire village, she knew damn well who was the one to alert him in the first place. Hagen was the only one she had told, and she was pretty certain none of the pagans would have told Truart anything.

To think that the very people who were supposed to protect the innocent was assisting Mechanists in slaughtering entire families was enough to make her sick.

Was this what the city watch was reduced to now? Did Truart really think this was for the good of the people? It was just baffling that the city was going downhill so quickly while the "good Sheriff" sat in his office thinking the city was getting cleaned up.

Innocent blood was spilled that night, and she wasn't going to stand for it anymore.

"Sir, I need to speak with you." She told Truart after catching him alone. "It's urgent."

Truart grinned at her, something wicked in his eyes. "Lieutenant Mosely. I have to thank you for helping clear up part of the weed problem last night." His calm, coy voice made her blood want to boil over with rage.

"With all due respect, I fail to see how slaughtering women and children like that was clearing up any problems." She snapped, but immediately straightened up and gave him a salute, apologizing immediately for speaking so callously to him. Remember Mosely, she told herself, like it or not he's still your superior right now.

She really didn't want to anger him. Getting herself locked up for insubordination, even if it was for a day or two, was really not going to help anyone.

"That village was nothing more than a clan of filthy menaces." Truart responded, waving off Mosely's little outburst. "Just another problem we don't have to worry about."

Mosely felt her body tense up with anger, dropping her arms to her side. It's not like she expected his response to be any different, but it was disgusting how little he cared for human lives, even if they were pagan. "Sir, there were children in the village, and they were slaughtered like animals."

He looked back at her, grinning again. "Like the animals they were." he chuckled, amused at his own little 'joke' "They would have grown up, Mosely. Once they were adults they would be just as much a threat as their parents."

This conversation was making her sick. Something vile rising up to the back of her throat with each cold, callous word that slid from that revolting snake's lips. "If you think of it that way, we should just slaughter everyone in the city too. The children here have the potential to grow up to be thieves, murderers, you name it."

She hated Truart with a passion, and almost prayed he got that vibe from her with this conversation.

In fact, he did. After clearing his throat, he stopped and turned to her, hands folded behind his back. "You know, I've been getting the feeling you've become less than trustworthy."

The sickness was replaced almost immediately with a tight knot in her stomach. "I would do anything to protect those in need, Sheriff Truart." She stood proud before him, not breaking eye contact. "But right now I don't see how hunting down pagans and killing them on sight is doing any good for anyone." Her eyes narrowed as she spoke to him in a tough and almost disgusted tone.

Truart's response was a chuckle. "I always had a feeling you were a pagan sympathizer."

"I don't sympathize with pagans, sir." The sir was spoken harshly, spat out like venom. "I sympathize with any helpless person or persons getting unfairly treated." She didn't like where this was going. Not one bit. "And I'm against anyone or any group that persecutes the innocent."

Hagen had betrayed her, Truart had used her...and for what? So the Sheriff could suck up to the Mechanists? So he'd be more in their favor? She couldn't understand this obsession for some new Hammerite branch or whatever it was, but she'll be damned if she was going to stick around anymore.

With a swift motion she spun around on her heel, braid lashing through the air like an angry whip. "Do what you want with my things, sir. You won't be seeing me around this building anymore."

And with that she stormed out of the station, vowing to find her own manner of justice from now on. One that didn't involve the watch, Truart, or the filthy Mechanists.

She was going to help the innocent, no matter what it took.