Every night Dinah finds people committing crimes and hurts them until they stop, and they go to jail and do awful things to each other, and then they get out and–having few other options–mostly go back to committing crimes. She knows this, but it’s not as if she can pretend that exploitation and rape and murder aren’t happening. So she has to fight. It makes her want to scream.

Humanity: a race digging itself deeper and deeper, looking for gold in a coal mine. How deep do you have to be, she wonders, before even the canary turns black?