"In that case, it sounds like, what would you call it? Poetic justice?"

He's somehow pleased that this side of Ned has come out -- he knew it had to be in there somewhere. Anyone who doesn't seem to have a dark side is usually hiding the darkest secrets of all. There's something a little self-satisfied about the smile on his face as he regards Ned, picking up his own knife again to cut one of the strawberries into quarters.

It probably says something about Meyer that he doesn't even begin to consider Ned's actions questionable or reprehensible. Obviously, if someone had been shot for no reason, it only made sense to get rid of the person who had done it. That was justice, pure and simple, the kind of justice just about anyone could dole out. Admittedly, he hadn't seen anyone handle it quite the way Ned had, but then, he didn't know anyone with powers like Ned, either. Sure, maybe he'd gotten lucky with who had died in this Laura's place -- the fact that he couldn't control that part of his power was a little disconcerting -- but it had turned out all right, hadn't it?