At the end of the day, when you're all alone in the dark, the only thing that counts is this: The Law. And you will be alone when you swear to uphold these ideals. For most of us, there's only death in the streets. For the few of us that survive to old age, the proud loneliness of the Long Walk. A walk that every Judge must take outside these city walls into the unknown of the Cursed Earth. And there spend your last remaining days taking Law to the Lawless. This is what it means to be a Judge. This is the commitment I expect.
We are in danger of flunking most-heinously tomorrow, Ted.