I was somewhat too intimidated to speak to Miss Michenny when I first met her... Her eyes were like daggers! Even though I did nothing wrong, that didn't stop me from wondering whenever she gazed at me.
According to her, she was sent by the Lumopolis Gardens to assist us but the way he scoured around the Colossus with her giant scale told me otherwise!
But based on %s's recent observations, Miss Michenny has laid down many rules and everyone on the Colossus is enjoying a healthy daily routine...
Hmm... It belied her image but she's apparently not a bad person...
—Vice

The Navigator of this Colossus, I presume? Pleased to meet you. You're younger than I thought. As you know, I'm from the Lumopolis Hall of Justice, responsible for certain judicial duties, and assisting the Chief Judge to deal with certain undecidable cases.
As for my apparent young age, I hope you can respect me just as I respect you, and let me assure you that I joined the Hall through proper tests. Except for the Chief Judge, perhaps no one knows the importance of order more than I do. I'm not bothered by others' frequent criticism of my overly detached approach, especially when it's not part of my job description.

My faith stemmed from my status. As a member of the Hall of Justice, discretion and value are the tenets of any public official.
The law governs everything, and Lumopolis has its own set it must follow. I don't think it's wrong to judge someone by their values, as long as I cast aside personal values in reaching a fair decision.
This has nothing to do with my nobility background. Law is not there to protect only them but everyone. As for those who test the boundaries, they will get the punishment they deserve—but that's also not part of my job.

After my father passed away, the Scale of Judgment was forced upon me. To me, I'm completely unclear as to what qualified me to inherit the Scale. Actually, a better description would be it chose me.
I was still little, then. My kin all questioned whether I have the strength to shoulder the responsibility of the entire clan. I myself contemplated giving up more than once...
But she—I'm referring to my mother, that is—held very high hopes for me. Perhaps because of it, I was knighted very soon and appointed to the Hall of Justice.
While the Scale is not much needed in my actual work with the Hall, it is the source of my faith and a constant reminder from my family...

My mother provided me with the traditional family education, also dubbed "independence training." Allegedly beginning from my infancy, no matter how big a tantrum I threw, she would only stare stoically. Even when I fell, she simply instructed me to stand up by myself. Since my earliest memory, I don't know what tears are, or how it feels to cry.
I must attest to how effective the training is. I became light-years ahead of my peers in tackling problems with maturity and composure. I quickly mastered all subjects at the Dawn Academy. Regardless of lessons or exams, I could discern the correct answer in a flash. I started to believe I really could revitalize my clan.
But I'm often at a loss for how to judge myself... Should I be bothered by the occasional feelings of loneliness and eagerness for love?