r1 interrogation. gizmo

Instructions

the gates of the prison cell creaked. gizmo didn't open his eyes. perhaps it was just the wind. but it wasn't. "get up," a rough voice came out of the darkness. gizmo felt himself being prodded, he guessed it was one of the guard's spears. he cracked both of his eyes open, letting the dim light flood his gaze. in front of him were two guards impatiently tapping their claws on the bleak floor, waiting for him to arouse from his drowsiness. he grudgingly stood, paws stiff, not wanting to leave the hard bed that the prison had supplied. "what?" he snapped at the guards as they took him by the arms and dragged him out of the cell. "where are you taking me?" they paid no attention to the scraggly prisoner, instead focusing their stony gaze forward. soon gizmo was thrown into a room, where a dim lightbulb flickered above his head. what was he doing here? slam! the metal door banged behind him as a middle-aged she-cat entered the room. oh. this was the warden. had gizmo finally been sentenced to a public execution? "now, gizmo, let's keep this short and simple," a cold voice whispered menacingly, making gizmo feel like a snake was slithering over his back. "do you know why you were arrested?" silence. gizmo pondered on the question. one second, two seconds. "i would say.. possibly. perhaps. but the things i know i did were.. honourable, if i do say so myself," he replied, his voice smooth and emotionless. a slight scribbling noise filled the room as the warden jotted something down on her notebook. "very well. do you regret what you did?" the warden continued. "no." his answer was almost immediate, like it was a natural reflex for him. he had been asked this many times by the police and by his cellmates. "no, i don't regret what i did, warden," he firmly stated. "did you do the right thing?" hm. a question that gizmo himself had never encountered. but his reply was certain. "i believe that 'the right thing' depends all on perspective. some might think getting revenge by killing is wrong, but others are perfectly fine with it," gizmo responded, a slight smile playing on his lips. "who did you hurt?" a pause. who /did/ gizmo hurt? "well, my dearest warden. i don't think i hurt anyone. they hurt me first, so what's wrong with a little retaliation?" the vague answer escaped his mouth. "final question, prisoner," the warden informed, face as blank as a slate. "do you believe you are guilty or innocent?" a smirk tugged at gizmo's lips. "again, that all depends on perspective. i have no definite answer for that, warden. why not give it a thought yourself?" he commented. "very well. that concludes this meeting," the warden shut her notebook, leaving an echo around the small room. "guards, take him away!" that was the last thing he heard before arms pulled him away and shoved him into his prison cell. well. that wasn't so bad, gizmo thought as sleep washed over him. now all that was left to do.. wait for his verdict..