William stopped halfway into standing up. It was the voice that did it -- it sounded like it belonged to a young man, yes, but that wasn't it entirely, it was the note of something he couldn't quite place. He fell motionless and stayed seated, looking at the screen between them that obscured all but the faintest outline of the man beside him.
"I don't think my soul can be eased. Or saved. And that's as it should be. I've done terrible things, Father. I've done terrible things and so many people have paid for them. I've lied and cheated. I've killed."
He'd never actually pulled the trigger or wielded the blade, but the people he hunted inevitably wasted away, eventually lost what was left of their lives, and he was the reason for it. "Do you believe in true evil?"
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Date: 2025-05-13 02:13 am (UTC)"I don't think my soul can be eased. Or saved. And that's as it should be. I've done terrible things, Father. I've done terrible things and so many people have paid for them. I've lied and cheated. I've killed."
He'd never actually pulled the trigger or wielded the blade, but the people he hunted inevitably wasted away, eventually lost what was left of their lives, and he was the reason for it. "Do you believe in true evil?"