Imprisoned on Dabadoru Station

[Agmen of Eladesor]

Max smirked. "You know, at times you ought to consider changing your name. You're not a joker, you're a piker. You do things retail. Ambitious? Hell yes. Especially when we're going to do thing wholesale."

Max slid his chair back, and stood up. He leaned over the table, reached out with one hand, as if to pat the Joker on the cheek, but without actually touching him.

"Evil is such a relative term, don't you think? It presumes that the person making that judgement is good. But then, you can't always tell what is good and what is evil. While there is an absolute color white, and an absolute color black, once you move even one shade from the absolutes, you have taken on some of the attributes of the other. Thus, we have such lovely people as the Liberty Police. Their duty as a whole is to enforce the law - yet the constituent officers are some of the most corrupt individuals you could meet in the galaxy, at times even putting the Outcast Dons to shame. So are they good, or are they evil?"

Max sat back down.

"I do not judge others for their actions, nor do I expect or allow others to judge me for mine. While it is perfectly acceptable to despise and dislike you because of your personality, it is not up to me to judge whether your actions in the past, or your future actions, are inherently evil. Instead, I must do what I must do - to be true to my own ideals, to advance and encourage my own agenda, which I do to help my own people. Recent example - the Corsair and Guild non-agression pact. If I can work with the descendants of those who ate of their own flesh, why can I not work with you, who eats his own mind?"

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Oh god... The end of days... Agmen agreed with me.