Noble has lost all its meaning.
Violet Baudelaire asked herself 'What is noble?' 'Who is noble?'
Does one noble deed make you a noble person?
Likewise, does one wrong deed make you a dire person?
Noble people had been proved otherwise before.
They'd thought they were noble, but they had started fires, and they had helped the bad side of the schism, right now they were sitting in a boat with Count Olaf whom they'd helped escape.
Klaus Baudelaire asked himself 'Why are people bad?' 'Why are people good?'
People had called themselves good, but what are good people? What makes a person good? Likewise, what makes a person bad?
Were they good or bad?
Were they bad or good?
Sunny Baudelaire asked herself 'Why do people choose sides?'
There seemed to be so many sides, even people on the same sides were on different sides.
What, or who's side were they on?
They had always been moving around, likewise, they had always moved around sides.
But how do you know one from the next?
They all knew the answers to their questions. Maybe they weren't noble-anymore-but who was noble? All the people on the 'noble' side of the schism had failed them. But the 'evil' side of the schism was no better, worse in fact. But the Baudelaires were as noble as is humanly possible. Some of their actions were not noble, but they had noble hearts.
They had always been good children, good friends, and a good family, and they had done bad things, yet here they were, they were nobody's children anymore, and they had failed their friends, but they were still a family, they were a good family, and they loved one another.
The 'noble' side of V.F.D had looked so good, but they had all failed the Baudelaires, the 'evil' side of V.F.D had looked so bad. And it was.
Sides? They used to be on the 'noble' side, but they weren't so sure anymore. They knew that they defiantly weren't on the evil side.
No, they weren't on anyone's side; it was other people who weren't on their side.
We are noble enough.
We are good enough.
We are on our own side.