"You are accusing us of monopolising the resources and extorting the students, but how are you any different?" Max snapped at Leo. "Demanding thousands of credits worth of books and even an eighty percent share in the contract for a uniform only worth five credits. You are a walking example of hypocrisy."
"Hah! It's called justice," Leo retorted with a shrug. "You can't put a murderer who killed for his own gain and an executioner who kills to serve justice on the same scale."
Max broke into gasps and laughter at the sheer absurdity of Leo's words.
Taking a moment to calm himself, he asked,
"And how does demanding our resources serve justice to the common masses, o mighty executioner?" Max demanded, his face carrying a forced smile that hid his anger behind it.
"Exactly, only the head of the table would change from that commoner to Leo," someone from the gathered students muttered. "What difference does it make for us? We still have to pay the price for the books and uniforms."
