"Awful? What makes them awful?" Ulrich shrugged. "[They never declared a war. They never started a pogrom. They never enslaved another people. They have no God, no kings, no government. They are their own masters. So, they despise us and they rob us and flout our rules. They are an alien people, truly outside society. I’m a thief and you’re an illegal, but compared to them, you and I are spoiled children of the polity, we are nothing but amateurs.]" He sighed. "[I like the Romany and I even admire them, but to them, I’ll always be just another gajo fool.]"