Our interest's on the dangerous edge of things. The honest thief, the tender murderer, the superstitious atheist.

But let none of you suffer as a murderer, or as a thief, or as an evildoer, or as a busybody in other men's matters.

He finally found someone like him. Someone who shared his abilities, someone who understood what he had to go through every day. And she turned out to be bad. Evil. A murderess and a thief. That hurt more than not knowing if he would ever find someone else out there like him.

The superstitious man wishes he did not believe in gods, as the atheist does not, but fears to disbelieve in them.

And whether you're an honest man, or whether you're a thief,Depends on whose solicitor has given me my brief.

People are always on edge here. Nothing is safe. It's a very dangerous place.