There was no longer a mask to hide behind, nor any Micro Bots to protect him. His former fame had been turned against him. There was only the impending trial.
There was no rabbi to speak with, nor any philosophical or religious book to consult. There was only his own mind, thoughts, and past to comfort him.
Robert supposed that he was a bad man, a terrible one. A noble cause couldn't justify heinous acts.
The longer he thought about it, the more he came to the same conclusion.
Still, for all that occurred, his daughter was back and alive.