"Sì. I do. Nothing more than a man promising pretty babbles to peasants if they murder in his name. I doubt God will have much mercy on my soul even with such a flimsy promise."
He sighed, closing his eyes as he leaned back, face tipped towards the ceiling. He hated nights like this. Nights were his dreams were full of screams and smoke and every time he closed his eyes all he could smell was the acrid stench of burning flesh.
"That me and this me are the same me, Booker. There is no divide. I did those things, not some monster wearing my face but separate from me. I murdered hundreds...and not all were armed men who stood facing me."
Which wasn't exactly true, but it was true enough that Nicky still hated himself for it.
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Date: 2020-09-13 02:27 am (UTC)"Sì. I do. Nothing more than a man promising pretty babbles to peasants if they murder in his name. I doubt God will have much mercy on my soul even with such a flimsy promise."
He sighed, closing his eyes as he leaned back, face tipped towards the ceiling. He hated nights like this. Nights were his dreams were full of screams and smoke and every time he closed his eyes all he could smell was the acrid stench of burning flesh.
"That me and this me are the same me, Booker. There is no divide. I did those things, not some monster wearing my face but separate from me. I murdered hundreds...and not all were armed men who stood facing me."
Which wasn't exactly true, but it was true enough that Nicky still hated himself for it.