Lady Justice put down her tea with a clatter. "I am not."
Her sister smiled, a smile full of knives. "There was a time you were needed. Now people make justice of their own."
"Not everyone. I've still got a job."
"For now, maybe." Her sister shrugged. "But you won't always. It's alright. I don't have one. Chivalry is dead. Everyone has to move on."
Lady Justice shook her head. "Not yet." She glanced at the shelves, lined with scales. There was a thin layer of dust over them. She took one down, occasionally. Polished it until it shone like silver. It was getting harder and harder. There as much more to do.
"It's not so bad, retiring. I've been reading more. Drawing. If you come by my place next time, I've even done some decorating. You should consider it. This place could use a little cheering, sweetie." She stood, setting down her cup. "Which reminds me. I've got to go see Curtesy in an hour. Sorry to pop in and out like this."
Lady Justice stood, embraced her sister. "I'll come see you next time," she promised.
"Do. And think about what I've said, hm? You'll wear yourself out with all of this." Lady Truth kissed her sister's cheek and departed.
Art by Woraya Chotikul
Text by Lucie MacAulay
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