ONE THING.
You’re a fool. She will NEVER love you.
I know.
She has given herself to another. Freely and entirely. And YOU… you’ve gone down the Dark Road too far. Done too much. You are a monster. Figuratively. LITERALLY. You can never be worthy of her.
I know. But…
What?
She saved me.
Idiot. She’s an ANGEL. Saving people is what they DO. It’s the OPPOSITE of what YOU do, you might remember.
No, that’s just it. She saved ME. When was the last time I was PEOPLE?
Hh...
Grace is not just
any Angel, she’s the
living embodiment of forgiveness. And she saved ME.
I just said, that’s what they d-
Why would a creature entirely and only concerned with forgiveness, save the unforgiveable?
It took her all of five seconds. She could have done it as an afterthought!
You know the tales as well as I do. The Spirits came to Scrooge - as they came to all the others - because he had a
chance to escape his fate. Not a chance he’d
earned, but a chance
given to him. The possibility of a different path still existed, but the only way to travel it was to understand that he
didn’t deserve it. And change anyway.
What if I changed? What if I gave it all up? The War, the power, the fire and the killing, what if I just…stopped? I don’t serve a master. I don’t do this as a job, or a sworn duty, or bullshit like that. I did it because I wanted to. What if I didn’t want to anymore?
Don’t you?
Well… yes. I didn’t say it would be easy.
Ha! Impossible would be more honest. You? I’ve seen mountain ranges that change faster than you. You don’t have that much time. If you give it up, you think all your enemies will just go away?
No. Listen, I know it. It will hurt. I’ll probably fail. Hell, I admit it. I’m almost certainly fucked. There’s like fifty thousand ways this could all end horribly.
No shit.
But what if?
You gain NOTHING. I say it again, you will never be with her. She will never be yours. You will never be hers. You might, maybe, in the best of all possible words, not DIE if you go through with this. But THAT goal? Not possible in ANY universe.
…
Do you know this? In what passes for your heart?
Yes. Yes, but…
But what?
I just
hate how it sounds.
Shit. You’re going to die for unrequited love, you know.
Maybe. But I don’t have a choice. I can no longer conceive of doing anything else.