Justus grinned, both looking amused and vaguely malevolent at the same time. "Oh, of course not," he said. "Normally, I wore<span style="font-style: italic">blue</span>, instead of this," he added, waiting a few moments to see if Ashton caught on before he continued his story.<br/><br/>"Aaaanyways, my story is almost an inverse of yours in a way. People I knew were rotten crooks and bastards getting off the hook - bribing or intimidating juries, turning a few cops here and there to their side, managing to do a good enough job at their 'trade' that there wasn't enough evidence to prove that they were guilty, even though you could see in their eyes. That kind of look that people get when they think they've gotten away with something, when they think they're invincible...."<br/><br/>"So I decided to show them that they were, in fact, not invincible and they couldn't get away with it. I was pretty damn good at it too, you'd be amazed out how little, well, 'evidence' is left after a trip through one's body. The last one though, I got a bit sloppy, both literally and in my timing. Someone walked in on me having a nice meal and they got away before I'd hardly even realized they'd seen me. I'd be a lot less pleasant to look at if they hadn't let me put my clothing on and wash-up after being arrested, I'll tell you that..."