Ah, but that is the crux of the matter, is it not?

[Saint Walker diverts his gaze from Rex to look across the skyline, filled with the silhouettes of houses filled with the silhouettes of people great and small. He plucks the strings on the instrument in his lap, letting the notes ring out.]

The immoral actions of the few do not change the nature of our enemy, and they do not change the nature of our friends. Look out onto the distance. What is it that you see?