You can talk to a wee one in a way you canna talk to anyone else. You can pour out yer heart to them without choosing your words or holding anything back at all. And that’s a comfort to the soul.
I’ve known good criminals and bad cops. Bad priests, honorable thieves… You can be on one side of the law or the other. But if you make a deal with somebody, you keep your word. You can go home today with your money and never do this again. But you took something that wasn’t yours. And you sold it for a profit. You’re now a criminal. Good one, bad one? That’s up to you.
One can appreciate another’s words without dissecting them. Though, on occasion, dissection is the only thing that will do.