Could it be that he never knew what had been happening in this city all along?
When he chose to turn a blind eye, when he ceased to inquire about the theft of supplies, but rather was invited to witness those thieves being executed publicly, he should have known that there were more people like that fool in this city.
He ignored it, pretending that none of this ever happened.
This was the dam he built for himself in his heart, and now Solaris forced himself to face the corners he had previously overlooked.
He had never been a messenger of justice, but rather an accomplice to them.
The image of the bureau chief groveling on the ground, humble and ashamed, flashed through Solaris' mind; suddenly, he felt maybe to the Goddess of Life, he was just as repugnant.
"Trust me, Bishop, this is the best outcome."
The chief struggled to say.
"What else don't I know? The Devoted Battle Group, and the mines."
Solaris asked.
"Stop here, just like before, leave these matters to me."
