"Looks like I struck a nerve there, friend." He didn't bat an eye, didn't even budge.
"See, here's the thing. Sure, sure I could go up and murder every terrible, murderous, baby eating rapist who ever shook his fist at his wife. I could go up and down and up and down and up and down forever and ever until the sun burns out and those damn trumpets sound.
I could do that. But what's the guarantee that it'll end any different for me either way, hm?
So far, you've pitched a great job, my friend, a fantastic job, but I haven't actually heard you guarantee me freedom. No second chances, no reincarnation if I toe the line and rip out the throats of only the worst of the worst.
I need to hear you tell me, and tell it to me plainly, friend, tell it to me like I'm five, and I know you can do that.
Tell me, to my face, without mincing words, that I'll eventually earn an out. Promise me that I won't just be cutting assholes and grinding up the dregs of society into mincemeat for the heavenly equivalent of a participation trophy.
All I need to hear, is you promising me, that one day, if I play by all your rules, I won't be going back to Hell, or erased from existence."
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"See, here's the thing. Sure, sure I could go up and murder every terrible, murderous, baby eating rapist who ever shook his fist at his wife. I could go up and down and up and down and up and down forever and ever until the sun burns out and those damn trumpets sound.
I could do that. But what's the guarantee that it'll end any different for me either way, hm?
So far, you've pitched a great job, my friend, a fantastic job, but I haven't actually heard you guarantee me freedom. No second chances, no reincarnation if I toe the line and rip out the throats of only the worst of the worst.
I need to hear you tell me, and tell it to me plainly, friend, tell it to me like I'm five, and I know you can do that.
Tell me, to my face, without mincing words, that I'll eventually earn an out. Promise me that I won't just be cutting assholes and grinding up the dregs of society into mincemeat for the heavenly equivalent of a participation trophy.
All I need to hear, is you promising me, that one day, if I play by all your rules, I won't be going back to Hell, or erased from existence."