“There‘s no grays, only white that‘s got grubby. I‘m surprised you don‘t know that. And sin, young man, is when you treat people as things. Including yourself. That‘s what sin is.”

Because that was the point, wasn‘t it? You had to choose. You might be right, you might be wrong, but you had to choose, knowing that the rightness or wrongness might never be clear or even that you were deciding between two sorts of wrong, that there was no right anywhere. And always, always, you did it by yourself. You were the one there, on the edge, watching and listening. Never any tears, never any apology, never any regrets…