"There is no good or evil. Evil is only what we call those who oppose us." Royce took out his dagger and drove it into the table, where it stood upright. "Look at the blade. Is it bright or dark?" Hadrian narrowed his eyes suspiciously. The brilliant surface of Alverstone was dazzling as it reflected the candlelight. "Bright." Royce nodded. "Now move your head over here and look from my perspective." Hadrian leaned over, putting his head on the opposite side of the blade, where the shadow made it black as chimney soot. "It's the same dagger," Royce explained, "but from where you sat it was light while I saw it as dark. So who is right?" "Neither of us," Hadrian said. "No," Royce said. "That's the mistake people always make, and they make it because they can't grasp the truth." "Which is?" "That we're both right. One truth doesn't refute another. Truth doesn't lie in the object, but in how we see it."