[Crane is undeterred. Maybe her fear isn't losing someone, but everyone fears something, and that fear will be the weapon that destroys her.]
Thank you, I think I shall.
[A dry chuckle.] Self-deception masquerading as charity; when the wealthy wish to fool themselves into believing themselves to be good and moral folk, so they shall hold a charity dinner party for themselves. Some of the proceeds may even find their way to help the destitute they claim to wish to help so much.
[It's said without any particular venom, since Crane largely doesn't care what the wealthy do or do not do, or about the plight of Gotham's less-fortunate, inasmuch as it drives many of them to seek employment with either himself or one of the city's many other crime lords. He's simply familiar with the thought processes that drive such events, and how much of those charities tends to find its way back into the same pockets.]
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Thank you, I think I shall.
[A dry chuckle.] Self-deception masquerading as charity; when the wealthy wish to fool themselves into believing themselves to be good and moral folk, so they shall hold a charity dinner party for themselves. Some of the proceeds may even find their way to help the destitute they claim to wish to help so much.
[It's said without any particular venom, since Crane largely doesn't care what the wealthy do or do not do, or about the plight of Gotham's less-fortunate, inasmuch as it drives many of them to seek employment with either himself or one of the city's many other crime lords. He's simply familiar with the thought processes that drive such events, and how much of those charities tends to find its way back into the same pockets.]
She comes from money, this Enforcer?