The blindfolded Lady Justitia, the infallible arbiter, holding her scales in perfect balance. An idol. An object of our desire, a personification of our lust for fairness. We seek it out because it is illusive, and fleeting. It would be generous to say perfect balance is rare, if not altogether a figment of human imagination. To perform a fair arbitration in a complex variable universe is a pipe dream. There are too many things to consider. No single entity, aside from the divine, could possibly cope with the sheer volume… and frighteningly enough we see that Decim is no god.