How many times had he been asked that now? The scales tipped in favour of the wrong answer, but he’s disqualified himself from being able to give it already.]
Do you like birds? I do.
[The smile that graces him would be far brighter in any other scenario, but now to think of them hurt, a bitter reminder of what he can’t be.]
When they fly, they’re completely free. They’re not held back by anything.
[On reflection, no one had ever asked him about his apprentice title. He’d assumed no one would care, and would hardly understand anyway. Only Dostoyevsky would have ever understood, he thought.
Yet, there was those two...]
I want to have that. The freedom of birds. There is a prison, you see, that all of us are trapped in. It’s the skull. In it, we have society, and morality.
[Perhaps he could end it there, leave her to tie up the loose ends. But, for once, he’s tired of games.]
I’ve known I’ve been trapped my whole life. No one else saw it, or understood, until Dos-kun. For someone who cannot fit in, who is aware of the brainwashing of society - I cannot put up the facade of a good person. Every human life is sinful, and I am aware.
So I reject it. I reject morality, I reject the distinctions of “right” and “wrong”. I ally myself with evil because it is right. For freedom of my soul.
no subject
How many times had he been asked that now? The scales tipped in favour of the wrong answer, but he’s disqualified himself from being able to give it already.]
Do you like birds? I do.
[The smile that graces him would be far brighter in any other scenario, but now to think of them hurt, a bitter reminder of what he can’t be.]
When they fly, they’re completely free. They’re not held back by anything.
[On reflection, no one had ever asked him about his apprentice title. He’d assumed no one would care, and would hardly understand anyway. Only Dostoyevsky would have ever understood, he thought.
Yet, there was those two...]
I want to have that. The freedom of birds. There is a prison, you see, that all of us are trapped in. It’s the skull. In it, we have society, and morality.
[Perhaps he could end it there, leave her to tie up the loose ends. But, for once, he’s tired of games.]
I’ve known I’ve been trapped my whole life. No one else saw it, or understood, until Dos-kun. For someone who cannot fit in, who is aware of the brainwashing of society - I cannot put up the facade of a good person. Every human life is sinful, and I am aware.
So I reject it. I reject morality, I reject the distinctions of “right” and “wrong”. I ally myself with evil because it is right. For freedom of my soul.