"He is meeting justice while living. If he can atone before he dies, that's up to him and your scales," she pointed out calmly and held the cane in one hand. "The demon that was riding this went quickly. it must not have been bound to it. A freeloader just mooching the life off of the man." She stuck the cane in her bag, letting her arm sink deeply into what looked a messenger bag, before walking over to the bike to climb on. "Ride on."