[ there's a long moment of quiet while heine considers his answer. ]

I haven't... always been. Maybe a little more, lately.

[ he pauses again, searching for a way to articulate it—he's not good at talking about this. never had to put it into words before. ]

Let's just say it's hard to believe in justice in a place like where I'm from, [ is what he eventually settles on. ] It's rotten to the core.

[ "and so am i" goes unsaid. ]

I think there are—people who try to make a small difference, sure. And I might try to be one of those people, but I don't think I have a right to talk about justice.