She takes the drink with a thankful nod, "There are no forms of justice, Master Otto, merely interpretations of it."
"However they are all shadows of a concrete idea, like how a flickering flame might throw many different shadows of an object onto a wall." She smiles wryly, "If only we had the original to examine, we could understand it better."
She leans forward, "You spoke of benefits, Master Otto, ones that outweigh both risks, and your own distaste for the organization. What benefits might those be? And why should a man of your status need such things?"
"However they are all shadows of a concrete idea, like how a flickering flame might throw many different shadows of an object onto a wall." She smiles wryly, "If only we had the original to examine, we could understand it better."
She leans forward, "You spoke of benefits, Master Otto, ones that outweigh both risks, and your own distaste for the organization. What benefits might those be? And why should a man of your status need such things?"
