Ansi took the left side of the court, while Panteku took the right.
Both stood upright and firm. With Homeless Gregor at the centre, it looked as if a tug of war was about to begin wherein the mortal is the rope.
"By order of the Cosmic Court", handler said in that majestic voice of an authoritative tone, "And by the power bestowed upon me, by such beings greater than myself. I hereby commence the trial of former mortal Gregor Stanfield"
"This trial will cover and assess all thirteen thousand two hundred and ninety four days of the life he had"
"I plead and I trust that both the advocate and prosecutor have thoroughly studied his case, as thoughtful as sieving through the grains of sand in search of any purities or impurities respectively", it reprimanded.
"The next time I bring down my gavel"
"It will be when be a clear a conclusion has been reached", handler said, tightening its grip on the item, before slamming it down once more.
Just like before, the resulting quack, rippled through the shivers of Homeless Gregor's spine. He was beginning to grasp the severity of the situation and the importance of this trial. He anxiously looked around the room again, wondering why the empty seats? And why the abundance of absentees?
If these entities are who they claim to be. Then surely as of this moment, he was surrounded by an invisible audience, watching him from behind the veil of divinity, from behind the curtains of darkness.
Deity? Deities? Angels? Archangels? The devil and his minions of demons?
Or perhaps all of the above. Each of them must have crawled in without making their presence known. They desire to feast on his tribulations. The Homeless folk was convincing himself.
What good are all these seats?If not to signify the presence of an audience?
His worries were not about to be soothed, for it was a fear only he could bother with. The visible three showed no interest in the matter.
The silence lasted forever until Panteku picked up the baton, "You may begin", it encouraged Ansi, while calmly scratching the back of its head, "I hardly have to say much to make my point, but you on the other hand, well…"
"You know"
"Okay then. I'll take you up on that offer", Ansi agreed to Panteku's surprise.
The advocate paused for a brief than spoke up again.
"Your honour I'd like to start off with a request", it announced.
"Another one? Go on", handler encouraged.
"The Eye, please"
"Having his memories returned to him is not enough"
"I'd like my client to watch clips of his own life, as it is necessary to see things from all perspectives. Mostly his", it argued.
"I was going to make the same request when my turn came, so no objections here", Panteku consented before handler could ask.
"Very well"
"If there's no reason to object than there's no reason to refuse", handler said.
Again once words are said, weird things begin to occur.
This time around a circle formed beneath the shins of the mortal's bended knees.
It looked semi-fluid but his legs remained dry and in their firm position. The circle had rapidly taken the shape of an eye almost as long as the court is wide. And has the reflectiveness of a mirror.
Cretone – The Eye of Deeds. Is the transparency of a mortal's entire life. In this case, Cretone is the total collection of Homeless Gregor's deeds.
Due to the existence of Cretone there has never been such a thing as inadequate evidence in the cosmic court. The eye has more information about him than he has memories of himself.
"Thank you, your honour", Ansi said, once Cretone fully formed. Without further ado, returned attention back to its' defendant.
"Homeless Gregor, during your time alive did you believe you were a good person?"
"…yes…", Homeless Gregor murmured with much hesitation.
"Louder for the entire cosmos to hear", Panteku encouraged, "unless of course you do not believe the words coming out of your own mouth"
Encouraged by Ansi's nod, Homeless Gregor affirmed himself, "Yes!", he confidently answered, "I was good"
"And that's about it", Ansi said.
"Homeless Gregor deserves to go upstairs because he was not predominantly evil"
"And because he believes that he was good"
"I have concluded my opening statement", it said and walked away.
Leaving both Panteku and handler surprised.
"You just asked for Cretone", handler pointed out.
"I thought you were going to make use of it"
"Your opening argument simply represents your stance as his lawyer, something we already knew"
"It is enough to stir things up, your honour", replied Ansi.
"For now, it is more than enough"
A puzzled handler gazed in Panteku's direction, but the prosecutor was quick to step forward without leaving its side of the court.
He studied Ansi's stare for a moment.
"I'm assuming you have decided to open with a vague statement to lure me into doing most of the talking, than take it from there"
"Assumptions are not allowed in this court", Ansi reminded.
"Truth, evidence and logic are the currencies of our transactions, or have you forgotten?"
"Defend the client by baiting his prosecutor into digging a hole for itself, and when the moment's right, bury the trial with the in the loopholes of succeeding arguments", Panteku said it as if reciting a quote, "no doubt about it, that's your strategy…"
The prosecutor giggled.
"Please do amuse me", it challenged and with a smirk on its face turned its attention on the mortal.
"My dear friend Gregor", walking up to him.
"Have you prayed?"
"Have I…? …I have…", he swallowed and stammered.
"I told you to be more confident than that, besides", it said tapping a foot on Cretone beneath them.
"It's not like we are lacking evidence here"
"So, go on, be done with it"
"I have", Homeless Gregor stated again, slightly more confident.
"That's right, you have"
"How many times have you prayed?"
"I don't know…I cannot recall"
"Hmm mmh", Panteku moaned.
"That's fair, you don't keep a diary of such things", and turned around.
"Your honour given my line of work, and who I am associated with"
"I unfortunately, have no access to his prayers, as they happen to be sacred conversations"
"But in order to commence my attack, I will need to pull his praying records", it requested.
"I object", Ansi calmly opposed.
"I'm sure the Panteku can make an argument without the context of his prayers"
"There is no reason to suggest otherwise"
"Assumptions are not allowed in this court", recited Panteku, "or have you forgotten?"
"Besides", the Prosecutor continued.
"I do not care for the contexts or the content, I just want the number"
"The number?", handler inquired.
"Yes, your honour, the digital kneeprint of this man's bows before the mighty one is all I need"
"Seems fair, I allow it"
"Cretone, do inform"
Swiftly Cretone reflected a number from it's pupil, and narrated it in Homeless Gregor's own voice.
"Nine hundred and twenty nine times"
It eerily felt to like he himself had spoke without the functional use of his vocal chords.
"Nine twenty nine is our magic number", the Panteku recited.
"Wow, that's impressive. You must have lived a peaceful life"
"Anyways, I continue"
"Now I will not bore myself with a meek reply from your end, but I presume the fact that you prayed is part of the reason you said yes to Ansi's question just now? Yes?"
"…somewhat…"
"Yes!"
"Yes. Good"
"And what type of prayers did you make? Spare me the details before someone here makes a fuss about it"
"Just clue us in on your common topics"
Homeless Gregor kept his silence but his eyes were loud in its search for some sort of reaction or expression from Ansi. But the advocate remained blank. Returning to Panteku's sceptical stare with nothing, he mentally caved in.
"When you prayed", the prosecutor continued.
"Did you ask for forgiveness?"
"Everytime", he confidently replied, "Each time I bowed, I pleaded with palms"
"Good", Panteku encouraged.
"When you were praying, may I ask who were you talking to?", it enquired to the mortal's bewilderment.
"God", he softly answered.
"God. That's good, we are going somewhere"
"I now have you on record that it was God you were talking to"
"Now I must ask, what is your opinion on hypocrites?"
"You do not have to answer that question", Ansi is quick to advise.
"Let the mortal speak", handler disapproved, "you had your turn, allow Panteku to make its point"
"Much appreciated, your honour"
"So, Homeless Gregor, tell the court what you make of hypocrites"
"I…I…do not know, what I make of them"
"You do not know, or you do not recall?"
"I do not know…or I don't recall?"
"For moments like these is why we have this Eye. Let's replay something for you"
"Cretone do leaf back to September fourteenth nineteen eighty seven"
The fluid-like substance that shapes and forms Cretone, became much denser than prior. Its' pupil dilated, as the Eye lost its reflective characteristics in order to page through countless images, and records from different periods of his life.
Remaining atop Cretone, Homeless Gregor felt as if he was re-watching his own life from the clouds of his skies. The Eye had brought him and the court close enough to see, but kept him too far away to intervene with his past.
14/09/1987. Six Thousand Two Hundred and Forty Days of Breath.
"Martin is a hypocrite you know", teenage Gregor is heard saying. The sounds in these recordings are just as clear as the visual images are. So clear, and vivid it is as if all four of them are in the same room with his teenage self.
"A hypocrite?", an unidentified friend had asked, "Martin is popular, no doubt, but why would you make such a claim?"
"Just because people like him, that doesn't mean his not a hypocrite", Gregor had replied, "in fact I feel like the popular ones are the most pretentious of us all"
"They have fake personalities, fake character", he remarked of his subject.
"I hear you man", the classmate replied.
It remains unclear as to whom he is talking to, as the Eye's is sole focus is on Gregor, "but those are just groundless accusations…not that I like the guy or anything, nor do I care, but still"
"Fine", Stanfield confidently said, "I'll prove it myself"