“I cannot trust you,” the Judge said, “because you do not know yourself. Your feelings are convoluted.”
Justin was in his mind. The Judge, Rigel, was pacing before him, his dirty-gray coat shimmering.
“I know myself,” Justin said. “I know myself and my enemy.”
Rigel gazed at him. His eyes were deep. They did not invade, but drew. Drawing Justin’s feelings from him. Even though he didn’t know what they were. “And who is your enemy?”
Justin turned away from Rigel’s gaze.
“Ah. You do not know. A wise man once said that your enemy is the shadow of yourself. If you do not know your shadow, you cannot know what makes it.”
“I read that. The Tao right?”
“It is pronounced ‘dao’.”
Justin moved away. “Why are you here? Why when everyone is sleeping?”
A note of amusement tingled in the air between Justin and Rigel. “To…judge you.”