"What is justice but the rules of one class to keep another under their thumb?" He shrugged his shoulders carefully. The idea of justice differed from person to person, but with a snap of a finger, a ruling class could commit another to a lifetime of misery. In the same breath, they could be as heinous as they liked and no one would be there to hold them accountable.

That was life, and there was little justice in it. It was a rich man's excuse to have a boot on the throat of another.

"I have limited experience with this place, but there is no justice here. Perhaps we're rats in the cage ready to endure one experiment after another. And when they are done, perhaps we'll be reborn to something acceptable to their ideas of justice."

He could change his mind in time with more information. This was little more than his first impressions.

"Do you believe in justice?"