[ It makes sense that Don has some reservations about the way the City metes out justice. To be judged by an invisible force, one unavailable for the people to question its methods -- could that truly be described as "justice"?

Yi Sang listens intently to his companion's explanations as he tears the pajeon into smaller pieces with his chopsticks. To hear that the City deems mere witnesses as complicit in the crime... Even that might have been too harsh in the city they'd once called their home. ]

Mm, to say that I fret over such a mysterious system is inaccurate. It is simply curious. That is all.

[ He lifts a piece of pajeon into his mouth, chewing on it thoughtfully. Unlike Don, he only speaks after he's swallowed his food. ]

It does not appear to me that this City's sense of justice would align with your own, Don Quixote. It may not trouble me yet, but does it not worry you, my friend?

[ ...he distinctly recalls That One Time at K Corp. ]