"Do you think he would have died either way? Had you drank from him or had you called for medical attention?"
He isn't asking as an accusation. He's just coaxing him along to see what comes out. He gets the feeling that there's a lot in there that he's been just... covering up.
He holds the Church at least partially responsible for this.
"Maybe he'd have made it. I don't know. But even if he was as good as dead,
I—the fact that I acted the way I did, frightened him, that puts it on me."
I don’t know. Something came over me, and really, I don’t even…
Because something moved through you.
The memory of Bev Keane's words comes back to him then. Something moved
through him—the hand of God calling Joe Collie to account for his crimes.
How could he have forgotten? Where was the Lord's hand in his attack on
Dorian?
He'll have to think about that. But there's probably something to it.
Still, some intuition suggests that it won't do to delve into this subject
aloud at this moment, or to let his remorse—his appearance of remorse—slip.
And so none of these thoughts betray themselves outwardly, apart from a
brief moment of dissociation, which could have any number of simpler
explanations under the circumstances anyway.
"Did it frighten you, I wonder?" he asks with a curious tilt of his head. There's a lot of questions he wants to ask John, depths he can hear the echoes of but can't quite catch a glimpse of properly. It's something about his angle, he can tell, but he doesn't know what to do about it. So, like the predator he is, he will circle.
"Yes. Yes, of course it did." He pinches the bridge of his nose. "The ...
the instinct—I'd never felt anything like it before. And the knowledge
that I was ... dangerous. Terrified me."
And the angel said, "Fear not, fear not, be not afraid!"
"First," he points out, "it has to be your choice. You must have the control to be able to decide when and if you will feed. Once you're there, then you can start offering options."
"No. No, I certainly do not," John says. "I was ... before I changed, I was
... it was a sort of living death, to be honest. Dementia. Terrifying. The
return to clarity alone was a shock, much less my—my youth. And I guess
if—if I let hunger rule me, that'd be another kind of living death.
Wouldn't it."
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Date: 07/01/2022 02:42 (UTC)He isn't asking as an accusation. He's just coaxing him along to see what comes out. He gets the feeling that there's a lot in there that he's been just... covering up.
He holds the Church at least partially responsible for this.
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Date: 07/01/2022 06:54 (UTC)"Maybe he'd have made it. I don't know. But even if he was as good as dead, I—the fact that I acted the way I did, frightened him, that puts it on me."
I don’t know. Something came over me, and really, I don’t even…
Because something moved through you.
The memory of Bev Keane's words comes back to him then. Something moved through him—the hand of God calling Joe Collie to account for his crimes. How could he have forgotten? Where was the Lord's hand in his attack on Dorian?
He'll have to think about that. But there's probably something to it.
Still, some intuition suggests that it won't do to delve into this subject aloud at this moment, or to let his remorse—his appearance of remorse—slip. And so none of these thoughts betray themselves outwardly, apart from a brief moment of dissociation, which could have any number of simpler explanations under the circumstances anyway.
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Date: 08/01/2022 00:40 (UTC)no subject
Date: 08/01/2022 04:16 (UTC)"Yes. Yes, of course it did." He pinches the bridge of his nose. "The ... the instinct—I'd never felt anything like it before. And the knowledge that I was ... dangerous. Terrified me."
And the angel said, "Fear not, fear not, be not afraid!"
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Date: 12/01/2022 05:14 (UTC)A pause.
"But you have to make sure you make it possible for that to be a choice."
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Date: 15/01/2022 15:36 (UTC)"A choice." He blinks. "Their choice, you mean?"
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Date: 15/01/2022 16:27 (UTC)no subject
Date: 18/01/2022 18:40 (UTC)John nods. "I—I think I see. Yes. We—one doesn't have to be defined by the hunger alone, right?"
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Date: 04/02/2022 04:26 (UTC)He pauses and looks to John.
"You don't wish to die. Not that way."
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Date: 05/02/2022 16:10 (UTC)"No. No, I certainly do not," John says. "I was ... before I changed, I was ... it was a sort of living death, to be honest. Dementia. Terrifying. The return to clarity alone was a shock, much less my—my youth. And I guess if—if I let hunger rule me, that'd be another kind of living death. Wouldn't it."
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Date: 05/02/2022 16:11 (UTC)"One very hard to pull out of. What you lose is far more than you can ever regain."
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Date: 11/02/2022 20:56 (UTC)John exhales slowly.
"Yes. Yes, I can see that. I'll ... I'll keep that in mind. Thank you."