You can grow someone’s strength or power, but you can’t grow a corresponding conscience. There’s no pill for that.
You assert a fabulous moral conscience. This adherence to unwritten law, yet, time and again, it devastates the people you claim to hold dear but you don’t stop. Seems to me your conscience has killed more people than I have.[to John]
Conscience has an unmistakable stink to it, sort of like raw onions and morning breath. But a lie stinks even more when it’s coming from someone who isn’t used to lying. It’s more like rotten eggs and horse****.