Gemotions

The courtroom felt enormous, cold. David, the accused, stood before the judging panel. His hands were clasped tightly in front of him, trying to hide their shaking. The accusation was harsh. He felt a deep sense of wrongness.

He had believed in his research. He had painstakingly gathered evidence, crafting a cohesive argument. He knew he was in the right. The injustice of the situation made his blood boil.

He straightened his posture. He wouldn’t be intimidated. "I can demonstrate the originality of my work," he stated clearly, his voice resonating with conviction. He was ready to fight for his reputation.