Spooling all these crime confessions out of him with hardly any effort, one might think Alastor was playing the part of a confessional here.
Well, sort of!
Not in any manner that was going to end constructively however.
"Well son, being stupid isn't a sin!
But helping someone murder folks, well. That's a different story altogether, isn't it?" He wasn't going to argue with Joshua's logic at all here.
But beating him with it didn't seem terribly necessary either.
"So you hurt a lot of people, your sisters are dead, and you helped out a murderer. Shoot, kid, you're on a fast track right to the pit, aren't you?" There's a bark of static laden laughter.
"Nothing you can do for it now! You're damned no matter what road you try to take!
Let me tell you something, personal lesson here, kiddo, listen up: At a certain point, you'll just have to accept you won't ever be any good at being good. Does that make sense? You'll try and you'll try, and that won't ever be enough, and you'll have dug yourself so far down you can hear all of Hell scratching at the bedrock for you.
Why bother crying over spilled milk, huh? Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Why not have some fun with being a monster? Since you don't have a choice anymore in being one, right?"
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Well, sort of!
Not in any manner that was going to end constructively however.
"Well son, being stupid isn't a sin!
But helping someone murder folks, well. That's a different story altogether, isn't it?" He wasn't going to argue with Joshua's logic at all here.
But beating him with it didn't seem terribly necessary either.
"So you hurt a lot of people, your sisters are dead, and you helped out a murderer. Shoot, kid, you're on a fast track right to the pit, aren't you?" There's a bark of static laden laughter.
"Nothing you can do for it now! You're damned no matter what road you try to take!
Let me tell you something, personal lesson here, kiddo, listen up: At a certain point, you'll just have to accept you won't ever be any good at being good. Does that make sense? You'll try and you'll try, and that won't ever be enough, and you'll have dug yourself so far down you can hear all of Hell scratching at the bedrock for you.
Why bother crying over spilled milk, huh? Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Why not have some fun with being a monster? Since you don't have a choice anymore in being one, right?"