"You're a raider," Basil said with a shrug, "Or, rather you used to be." He looked back at him, smirking. "And don't act surprised, please. There aren't exactly many people in the wasteland who would be willing to strap a car door to their chest, you know. You'd have to be crazy to actually wear something like that for extended periods of time."	

	Leith clenched his jaw at that, and said, "No, we're not the same, Kaye. Have I ever aimed my gun at you or threatened your life in general?" He paused, grabbing Kaye by the arm to stop her. "Kaye, you're right, to a degree. Everyone who wishes to protect something or someone only knows to do so because they have lost the same thing before. But even if you have the justification for the bad things that you've done, it doesn't excuse them--you aren't suddenly an exception to morality. That's why you have to be careful around them, around people like Jace. Around people like me." He finally released her, watching as Jace disappeared into what he assumed to be the town's bar. "Look, maybe you're right. He could be one of the most morally sound people in the entire wasteland, for all I know. But for all [i]you[/i] know, he could also be worse than a raider on psycho with a loaded missile launcher in his hands."