[Ken looks puzzled by this.] They're the mafia, byon. They don't care if something's wrong or not. Lots of people don't care if something's wrong or not. All they care about is whether or not they can do it.
[Ken learned long ago that the only people who care about morality are the ones who choose to conform to it. And generally, it's a choice they can afford to make. He and Chikusa were never given an option to be moral; they could do what they needed to do to survive, or they could die. As they grew older, they had more choices, but their choices were usually dictated by what they could or couldn't pull off. But that just meant they were slowly able to do things they wanted to do, and not just the things they had no choice but to do if they wanted to keep breathing.
Ken hates the mafia, hates the people who tried - and presumably succeeded - to kill him and Chikusa. But he hates the Estraneo for what they did to him, too. Before he arrived at the Far Shore, he'd simply defaulted to hating and distrusting everyone who wasn't Chikusa. (Had there been someone else, too...?) Questions of right and wrong had never entered into it; survival didn't care about either. He'd never call the mafia, Estraneo or otherwise, right, but he'd never personally defined them as wrong. All that had mattered were that they were his enemies - that everyone was their enemies. Who cared if they were right or wrong? They wouldn't have laid down and died even if they'd been right.]
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[Ken learned long ago that the only people who care about morality are the ones who choose to conform to it. And generally, it's a choice they can afford to make. He and Chikusa were never given an option to be moral; they could do what they needed to do to survive, or they could die. As they grew older, they had more choices, but their choices were usually dictated by what they could or couldn't pull off. But that just meant they were slowly able to do things they wanted to do, and not just the things they had no choice but to do if they wanted to keep breathing.
Ken hates the mafia, hates the people who tried - and presumably succeeded - to kill him and Chikusa. But he hates the Estraneo for what they did to him, too. Before he arrived at the Far Shore, he'd simply defaulted to hating and distrusting everyone who wasn't Chikusa. (Had there been someone else, too...?) Questions of right and wrong had never entered into it; survival didn't care about either. He'd never call the mafia, Estraneo or otherwise, right, but he'd never personally defined them as wrong. All that had mattered were that they were his enemies - that everyone was their enemies. Who cared if they were right or wrong? They wouldn't have laid down and died even if they'd been right.]