It's different. The Devil isn't just a man with a spear in the woods. He's worse than that. Worse than the plague, even. Do you even have any idea what he put me through? And for how long? You think I just became—this overnight? And he owns me, Morga! I don't have the strength to fight him. I shudder to think what he could make me do.
( though, really, he never had to be made to do anything most of the time. all it took were the right words, the right mind games, all the most twisted plays in all the right places, and julian would succumb all on his own. he was hopeless alone, and he knew it. but what other option was there? better him than... anyone. it was the right thing to do. he'll never not believe that. )
For all we both know, my being here at all is just bait for the rest of you. There's no end to his depravity. You can't rule it out. You know you can't.
( and yet he's still hanging on, emotionally over-impassioned as ever. )
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( though, really, he never had to be made to do anything most of the time. all it took were the right words, the right mind games, all the most twisted plays in all the right places, and julian would succumb all on his own. he was hopeless alone, and he knew it. but what other option was there? better him than... anyone. it was the right thing to do. he'll never not believe that. )
For all we both know, my being here at all is just bait for the rest of you. There's no end to his depravity. You can't rule it out. You know you can't.
( and yet he's still hanging on, emotionally over-impassioned as ever. )