Why is it, when someone is accused of being racist, sexist, or some other form of bigot, that it always seems to be on the person being accused to prove their innocence? What happened to innocent until proven guilty? Shouldn’t the burden of proof be on the person making the claim? Why should the person being accused have to be burdened with coming up with proof that someone’s claim is false? Do we blindly believe all claims until they’re proven false? If you make a claim about someone else as venomous and potentially life ruining as accusing them of being a bigot, you better have some serious evidence, and I mean proof beyond a reasonable doubt because those accusations can destroy lives. It also prevents real victims of bigotry from stepping forward because then people think they’re just trying to get attention or ruin someone. Before you accuse someone of being a bigot, you better be absolutely sure they have genuine hatred against said group of people. Don’t be a race (Or other) baiter. You wouldn’t like being accused of something so horrific without proof.
I had hoped Fred Phillips’ passing would have lead to a more humble Westboro but I guess I should have known better, huh? They need to stop this, this isn’t what Jesus taught. They’re only smearing Christ’s name in the mud, and for what? To be despised?
"I…I don’t know…I was just in class…and I dozed off…then suddenly I’m here!"
"A-Alright," Madoka replied as she nodded. In a place like this, it would probably be best to stay close, "By the way…I’m Madoka."
“Stay back” The half demon warned, smelling familiars coming in. They were samurais with dragon heads that spit chains from their mouths. The half demon claws through the chains as he rushes towards them. “Ain’t gonna work!” He shouted as he clawed through the samurai familiars and killed them.
The half demon was still unsure. Sure, she tanked a punch from him at full power with a barrier but Naraku’s barrier can handle much worse. He wasn’t about to fire a windscar at Madoka just to test her barrier, just punching at her seemed to get her upset. She didn’t seem afraid, he thought, but clearly she’s never even met Naraku so maybe she was simply underestimating what the demon was capable of or what kind of tactics he would resort to to get his way.
The goddess gasped lightly, staring at the half-demon with widened amber eyes. “You remember me…?”
It was surprising to her, but something she was certainly happy about. Her expression brightened, nodding quickly. “Uh huh, it’s me! I’m Madoka!”
The goddess was quiet while InuYasha explained the situation, wanting to understand exactly the status of this problem before reacting. Of course it sounded scary and difficult; even a goddess wouldn’t be too confident about considering going into a dangerous situation, but no fear showed on the law of cycle’s face. She remained calm and serious, an air of maturity about her that the Madoka the half-demon had known never possessed before.
"I know I still have faults," the goddess then admitted, "But…if anything I can promise you that I’m stronger than I was back then. I learned a lot with becoming what I am now, so I know I could do things now that were never possible."
She wasn’t saying that it was impossible to trick her as goddess; because Madoka really couldn’t say that for sure. But it would certainly be more difficult, and even being tricked by Homucifer was only due to additional feelings and a connection that somewhat blinded her guards. Madoka truly did lose much of her naive nature otherwise.
"Only living for yourself…that’s no way to keep going." She said, almost to herself at hearing what Naraku had done. "I want to help you in any way that I can, if it’s possible."
“And what makes ya so sure you can handle Naraku? Every time I thought I had him, he’s managed to slip away and he’ll find out whatever weaknesses you have and use ‘em against ya” He said, with caution, still clearly skeptical about the idea of having Madoka get involved. Even if she had the power of a God now like she claimed, that would only make Naraku want to devour her and, if he managed to get such powers for himself, it would all be over. “I’m not even sure you’re as powerful as you say ya are, Naraku’s got a barrier too and it can handle far worse than just one of my punches so how do I know you’re stronger than he is?” He asked skeptically.