"Yes?"
"Why do you do what you do?"
"You mean—Interrogate?"
"I mean torture," Leslie said.
"I am an Interrogator because it is my duty to the State. Treason must be unmasked, the enemies of the State destroyed. It is necessary."
Leslie looked up, and there seemed to be pity in his eyes. "Just one question, Kroll. Doesn't it bother you, when you go home? How do you know you're right and we're wrong?"
Kroll started to say something, then saw there was no point in bothering.
"Prisoner is dead," said the Inquisitor.
"Take him away," ordered Kroll. The day was over.