Gabriel rubbed his brow and sighed. Was this guy determined to be pessimistic. "That doesn't make the good you've done meaningless." They returned to the main road, and Gabriel had to step out of a carriage's way. "Their motives may not be entirely pure, but who are you to evaluate? They need money to feed their children, to clothe themselves and to avoid losing their home, and more often than not, they lack it, whereas you, their brother from the same human family have never had to worry about these things, and have more money than you could ever need, all because of the divisions we have created between ourselves and chance. Aren't they, with their pressing needs and ambiguous motivations, and you, friendless as you are, victims of the same unnatural injustice?"

And this was why so many wealthy people had stopped coming to church and why the bishop was sending him angry letters.