Counterpoint: He’s a Nazi, and therefore deserves to die. Or, at the very least, I won’t shed a tear if he does.

Who cares? He’s a Nazi.

The scene in question is on page 23.

In the beginning of the story our so called heroes run their train through a red light because they don’t want to be late for a meeting. That’s not thinking for yourself. That’s not even thinking period. They are gambling not only their own, but dozens of other peoples lives to avoid a minor inconvenience. This is far from the only example of this happening.