[ He doesn't disagree. How could he, when he knew what kind of a monster came from someone who felt remorse for what they did? Who knew it was wrong, but did it anyway?
But was it wrong? That's what he wanted to know. Was it wrong to kill? Did he feel remorse because he felt that killing was wrong β or because the guilt made it easier? What would he be without that guilt? Would he be a monster, or just a man? He wished he could turn him inside out, and see what was inside, what made him like this. ]
Do you think that bothers me? [ Ah, but perhaps... ] How does a man like you end up in this predicament?
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[ He doesn't disagree. How could he, when he knew what kind of a monster came from someone who felt remorse for what they did? Who knew it was wrong, but did it anyway?
But was it wrong? That's what he wanted to know. Was it wrong to kill? Did he feel remorse because he felt that killing was wrong β or because the guilt made it easier? What would he be without that guilt? Would he be a monster, or just a man? He wished he could turn him inside out, and see what was inside, what made him like this. ]
Do you think that bothers me? [ Ah, but perhaps... ] How does a man like you end up in this predicament?
[ He can't imagine anyone forcing his hand. ]