Boys are(n't) useless

A new kind of therapy session

Emma took Justice to therapy along with Lobby.

Justice sat alone in a room, his therapist was named Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn Johnson set at her desk smiling at Justice with a cute childish smile.

Justice stared at her with a dead look on his angry face.

Kaitlyn knew that he would not be easy at all, his body language was rigid.

Justice said off bat "I know exactly what this is."

Kaitlyn Asked him "What is it?"

Justice was 13 now, had already met Lyra.

Justice said "This is a ploy to get rid of me!"

Kaitlyn was confused, Justice continued "The officials obviously would never let go of me, they must have known that I was a part of the protest even though I tried to hide it as best as I could. You must be one of the officials, if you think you can take me down and my people then you have one thing coming, you obviously don't know who I am, or what I can do!"

Kaitlyn thought he had some sort of delusion.

Just continued "Where is my brother Lobby and where is my dad? I know you killed my mom, and I know you hooked cameras all around that train station and I know that you have some connection to the Hyenas!"

Kaitlyn knew this had something to do with his mother.

Justice: "What do you want from me?"

Kaitlyn: "I want to help you, justice."

Justice: "Help me? Why on Earth would the officials want to help me? Out of all the people why would they want to help me? All the men that they've hurt, they want to help me?! Gee whiz, I feel flattered. I must have grown a soft spot on one of them after the trauma they put me through. I'm just a little bit angry."

Kaitlyn: "Why are you upset." That wasn't a question.

Justice: "Well," he sucked his teeth at the thought that the officials could be nice to him but disregard all the men in the Hyenas, "I was the only man any of the officials like you have ever cared about if you care about me at all and you're just trying to get information out of me. Which I'm pretty sure this is. To be honest I don't think you can ever get any information out of me. I'm pretty loyal. I'm just angry that out of all the men you chose to burn, rape, beat, abuse, send those horrible 'others,' allow women to talk down to and hit with metal slats if they ever told the truth about what was in the Bible that you tried to keep us from reading in full, I'm just surprised that out of all of them, why am I the one you choose to say you want to help? You see I know exactly what this is. This is a ploy to get me to spew out information about the protest. I won't tell you anything. If you think I'll tell you anything, you are sorely mistaken. So, go back to the other officials and tell them that their plan failed. Because out of everything the last thing that you will ever get from me is a word."

Kaitlyn actually laughed a bit, then said "I'm not an official."

Justice was confused, "Are you trying to trick me into thinking that you are not an official when I know what you're trying to do?" He spat at her in the most hatred.

Kaitlyn said again in a stern tone of voice "I'm not an official."

Justice asked "You aren't one of the 'others.' I know that for a fact. You look nothing like them. You look like none of my teachers and you don't look like my principal. I have seen guards, but only when they were going out to war against each other a little small build up communes. Those little places where they decide to make their own society, they live off the land and sometimes create this weird cult thing. Wait, I remember I saw guards cuz I was- Never mind."