"“And of me you ask which choice you should make?” said the translator’s voice. “Yes,” I said. There was the sound of rocks grinding, followed by a brief silence, and then: “The moral choice is obvious,” said the Wreed. “It always is.” “And?” I said. “What is the moral choice?” More sounds of rocks, then: “Morality cannot be handed down from an external source.” ... “It must come from within.” “You’re not going to tell me, are you?” The Wreed wavered and vanished."