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Charlus was sitting in a dark room. He was in front of a giant scale. On one side was a single feather - one that belonged to his outstretched wings. His eyes turned to the other side of the scale. It was empty.
A giant hand was holding the scales, making sure neither tipped towards one side.
Charlus' body moved forward automatically as if it knew what to do. Charlus stepped onto the empty side of the scale. The giant hands that held the scales balanced left them.
Charlus immediately saw the day where he massacred the Marconi Family flash in front of him. The scale that Charlus was standing on tipped slightly, but then went back to its original position.
"Thou hast been judged for thy actions! Thou art not guilty!"
Charlus heard a voice boom in his ears. The voice was so loud that the scales shook and Charlus was able to feel the tremors.
Charlus looks down on you, shaking his head in distaste at you who refuses to take privilege. He looks at those who do with satisfaction and those who are hesitating to gift with a motivating smile.