[--a deluded fool, then, who fancied himself a vigilante sent by God. He's the sort of character Shakespeare would pen and, much to his irritation, the sort Caster would want to keep an eye on. He doesn't interrupt the dramatic speech, simply lets it roll over him as a wave. When his Master's finished, he scoffs.]

You're more empty-headed than I first thought. Justice doesn't exist in the hands of man, and it certainly doesn't rest in your hands. Do you think you alone can cleanse the sins of the world, when humanity was enough to make even Atlas kneel? Don't make me laugh. You're bound for destruction if you attempt such a feat.