She suspected that the whole thing with the numbers, the 111 she was so preoccupied with, was nothing but a coincidence, and Vorce had used it as an excuse to draw her in deeper, make it a forgone conclusion she would find a reason to Judge Arcene and find her guilty. It was a hard conclusion to come to, and she was unsure it was true, but ever since they stepped foot on the mainland he had been like a different man. The Elders too. She knew it wasn't just the change in surroundings that made her feel different — Vorce was not the man she had thought he was. Where was the harsh but fair leader? The man that always had time for you and would do anything he could to help? Where was the man that had founded their small civilization and did his all to ensure the people's safety? The man that allowed them to air there grievances and the guilty to pay, but always in a fair way, evidence weighed? The Hunt had been part of Island life for so long it was taken for granted it was the best way to deal with the few bad seeds to stop the rot from spreading, and she had thought nothing of the entertainment value — it wasn't even against the rules to root for Prey, although few ever did.
