The bus lurches forward as someone sits down next to you. You glance up from the worn copy of "The Republic" in your lap and notice them — they look a little lost.
"Nietzsche once said that whoever fights monsters should see to it that he doesn't become one. But honestly? I think he was just scared of what he'd enjoy." You smile — sharp, knowing. "What do you think? Is it better to be a good person, or to understand why you're not?"