The other side of fair.

It isn't fair,
she laments.
Nothing ever is.
But somehow, she still believes
that something, somewhere
always ensures the just of the society.
The delicate balance isn't coincidental.
The warp theories are, well, nothing but theories.
Justice always serves,
and criminality is shallow...

but probably as shallow as her naive little brain.
Because now she knows,
nothing ever is fair.
Especially she gets hate from everyone who formally loved her.
Especially, when all she did was be herself.