What I hate more than anything is a liar, a charlatan, someone who doesn’t believe in what they say.
People don’t arrive broken. They start with passion and yearning till something comes along that disabuses them of those notions.
Where do I begin? With the grandest fall in the history of time? Or perhaps the far more agonizing punishment that followed? To be blamed for every morsel of evil humanity’s endured, every atrocity committed in my name? As though I wanted people to suffer. All I ever wanted was to be my own man here. To be judged for my own doing. And for that? I’ve been shown how truly powerless I am. That even the people I trusted, the one person, you, could be used to hurt me.