11-23-2008, 02:03 PM
[html]
indent There was a rising impulse to strike the boy. To bring his hand down, across his face, and shake him from his delusion. To make him listen to reason. Gabriel could not justify this in any political sense. It was what his morals demanded of him, though he reminded himself he owed this man nothing. “…but they did evil before mine eyes, and chose that in which I delighted not.” A soft verse, a reminder that the delusions were chosen, not forced, and belonged to sin and vice. “Your soul is your own business,” he said, and turned his back. One hand pushed open the door, flooding the world with cold air and light.
indent There was a rising impulse to strike the boy. To bring his hand down, across his face, and shake him from his delusion. To make him listen to reason. Gabriel could not justify this in any political sense. It was what his morals demanded of him, though he reminded himself he owed this man nothing. “…but they did evil before mine eyes, and chose that in which I delighted not.” A soft verse, a reminder that the delusions were chosen, not forced, and belonged to sin and vice. “Your soul is your own business,” he said, and turned his back. One hand pushed open the door, flooding the world with cold air and light.