Mr. Bernhardt was silent for a few seconds before nodding:
"I understand what you mean. I'll find time to visit the orphanage she runs myself, or sneak in at night and see exactly what she has done to those children. I won't take only her word for it. Only an investigation can reveal the truth. If she lied, I'll make the right choice."
He did not say what he would do if everything Mrs. Jude had said was true.
"You have even more to do now."
Shade said with a smile, while Mr. Bernhardt, who clearly could not smile, merely sighed. After walking a few more steps, when they returned to the entrance of Cassandra Auction House, Mr. Bernhardt finally could not help but ask:
"Tell me, what exactly is justice?"
"I don't know, Mr. Bernhardt. Everyone's justice is different. You have to seek the answer yourself."
"Then can you tell me what your justice is?"
He asked for guidance. Shade glanced at him:
"My justice... I'd certainly like to tell you some very abstract principles, such as caring about the well-being of others, but I don't think that's necessary—when I encounter someone who needs help, if I happen not to be busy and helping them will not harm me too much, then I help them."
The Outlander looked at the streetscape:
"It sounds a little selfish, but that is all I can manage."
"No, I think that if this truly is the principle by which you live, then you could be considered one of the best people."
He praised him. Shade shook his head. In truth, he only did things that made him happy. And changing those stories with bad endings just happened, very fortunately, to be one of the things that made him happy.
Outlander, you have come