[ the question, then, becomes what he is. a man? a god? a sinner, above all, if the archangel is to be believed—he doesn’t know, though. he doesn’t know anything about his past, except the things he remembers for himself, and the instinct that he follows carefully in his heart. he doesn’t know.
here damian is, though, making him an offer. it feels like something he should accept—something he should be honest about, though he’s not the type to lie anyway. he can deny himself until he dies, but the fact is, if he speaks, he’s going to tell the truth.
so he nods, and holds his hands in his lap. he’ll listen. if damian wants to lie, that’s fine. but he’ll listen, and he’ll respond. ]
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[ the question, then, becomes what he is. a man? a god? a sinner, above all, if the archangel is to be believed—he doesn’t know, though. he doesn’t know anything about his past, except the things he remembers for himself, and the instinct that he follows carefully in his heart. he doesn’t know.
here damian is, though, making him an offer. it feels like something he should accept—something he should be honest about, though he’s not the type to lie anyway. he can deny himself until he dies, but the fact is, if he speaks, he’s going to tell the truth.
so he nods, and holds his hands in his lap. he’ll listen. if damian wants to lie, that’s fine. but he’ll listen, and he’ll respond. ]