Bell at night...? Mmm. I hear lots of things at night. My blanket. My stomach. The wind. One time I heard a cookie calling my name. Turned out it was just... me. Calling the cookie.
They're stealing because they're hungry. Potato Towers has a mountain of potatoes and a moat of rules. That is not justice. But theft is still theft. Walk with me. I will say it to his face. If Garran wants to call it a crime, fine. But I want him to understand what he's defending.