"You can't view everything in terms of money!" Nightwing said. "You need to look more at those without money. Their lives are terrible, all because of the wealthy people you keep talking about."
"Of course. It's obvious that if some people are unimaginably poor, then others are obscenely rich. You could spend an entire day in the Slums staring holes through them, but would that solve anything?"
"Sir, let's stop beating around the bush." Gordon directly cut Schiller off. "Tell us what you think. If it makes sense, I'll cooperate as much as I can."
"It seems you've recognized reality, Director."
Gordon sighed and stared at the surface of the water in his cup, lost in thought. After a long while, he said, "Yes. Maybe I realized it years ago, maybe decades ago. Principles are always reasonable, but if they can't be put into practice, they're useless."
"I admire your clarity, sir, but I still have to ask this gentleman: can the principles you know, the ones that refuse to go along with evil, pay your colleagues' salaries?"
Nightwing frowned deeply. His lips were pressed tight, and it looked as though something were dragging down the corners of his mouth. That awkward expression already gave away his answer.
"Of course not." Schiller answered for him, then said, "You hate those vermin, but your anger and hatred can't make them pay. Even your desire to kill them seems laughable to them."
"Under the social system they built, their malice can spread without restraint, while yours will be judged by the law. It's completely unfair. If you have no way to overthrow that system, why knowingly step into a trap?"
"Then what would you do?"
"The money is in their hands, and they'll never use it to improve the lives of the