[ From behind the comically large lenses, his gaze is frank yet unrevealing. He has nothing of Fabian's calm unreadability; it seems only that there's not much of interest to be read, and the faint surprise in his voice is part of that, like he's glossed over anything odd he might have said before in his own mind. ]

No, not inherently. It's in what we do, isn't it? That can accumulate, of course, but we make it ourselves, don't we? For given values of evil, and so on.

[ He drinks in small, neat swallows, as carefully bland as his grasp of philosophy. ]