V: There, now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking.
Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me, an adolescent infatuation.
V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you, albiet only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" and he'd say, "That's madam Justice," and I'd say, "Isn't she pretty?" Please don't think it was merely physical, I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person, as an ideal. That was a long time ago. I'm afraid there's someone else now.
Justice: What? V! For shame, you have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!
V: I, Madam? I beg to differ. It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms! Ah ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling, but I do, I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.
Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...
V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots! Well? Cat got your tongue? I thought as much. Very well, you stand revealed at last. You are no longer my Justice, you are his Justice, now you have bedded together. Well, two can play that game!
Justice: Sob! Choke! Who is she V? What is her name?
V: Her name is Anarchy, and she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did. She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel.
If you haven't read V is for Vendetta, another comic by the wonderful, fabulous, I-shall-have-his-man-babies Alan Moore, you should fix that. Now.