[He pauses. Turns halfway and looks her up and down.] I can, actually. Steal something. The book is proof as is—[he points to the rest of his books]—all that. And, I'll have you know—[He takes a step forward now, hands folded behind his back.]—that before it was justly liberated that beautiful book was sitting behind a dusty glass case, untouched. Probably for, oh, I don't know—a couple years, at least. Now, am I a thief, or am I a savior?
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That's a rhetorical question, I'm the latter.