Life doesn't come with an instruction manual.
Maybe this was how you stayed sane in wartime: a handful of noble deeds amid the chaos.
What if destiny doesn't care?
History would indicate that the majority of people have always been sheep.
Even mocking people helped their face stats. In the reputation economy, the only real way to hurt anyone was to ignore them completely. And it was pretty hard to ignore someone who made your blood boil.
Around the outskirts of the city, cut off from town by the black oval of the river, everything was in darkness. Everyone ugly was in bed by now.