"Asking one murderer if another murderer is a good person proves to be the paramount of faulty logic," the thief laughed.

"And for as long as I've been around, I've yet to meet anyone who's never told a lie, or never kept a secret, and I don't imagine I ever will. You're looking for a clear answer where there isn't one, herset. People aren't like that; things that should be easy, aren't. Do I trust him not to try the same thing in coming after me? Yes. Do I think the rage he acted in, is who he is? No."

Then he shrugged. "But ultimately, neither of those things matter. Think of it this way: imagine that I said no, Gene is not to be trusted, and that he is terrible. You seem ready and willing to take my word at it, so we'll say you agree with me. But then I leave here after we're done eating, find that old boat-builder, knock him out and toss him into the ocean to drown. Now is my judgement on the hebnay invalid? Is my opinion now worth less weight than it was before?"