Jester was not sure whether he should be scared or impressed. Either they didn't make hero's like they used to or he was much better then his father ever was. He didn't move from where he stood since he had all the time he wanted. He was never good at deciding on wither he should let people live or die. If he was a Dent child he was sure that he could just flip a coin but that wasn't his style. He stood there, frozen thinking. Save her, let her die, save her, let her die. He looked to his left shoulder where in envisioned his father sitting and he was grinning screaming LET HER DIE SONNIE! He let out a very psychotic laugh and walked past her.