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The Last Supper - sensitIV
[ The elevator lets you out into a private room: from the decor, it is doubtlessly an enclave of the restaurant you saw earlier on screen.
Your phones have filled with a rather sizable rule list. ]
Your phones have filled with a rather sizable rule list. ]

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. . . It isn't a burden for you to forgive, anyway.
[ his voice is tight, and he shakes his head. like honestly those are true points but also what if I hate myself forever instead ]
Regardless - I won't do that to another.
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You can disbelieve all you want. They're still true.
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Then I'll disbelieve you.
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[that's fine, he'll get a truth potion after this is all over,]
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. . . How could I begin to forgive myself?
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It won't... be easy. But accepting that it wasn't your fault...
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[ quieter, but full of emotion ]
With this mouth . . . with this tongue, with these teeth, with this throat! I did something so despicable - not for any other reason than loneliness, a twisted thought that I could - somehow, that it would be acceptable for me to . . . take and keep a part of someone like this -
[ his voice breaks, fingers twisted in his gut to the point of pain ]
The fault is mine alone. The responsibility of such an unforgivable deed lies on this monster - there isn't anyone else who justly deserves such a burden.
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And if any of us did the same... would we be monsters? Would you think we were unforgivable?
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. . . It isn't in my place to forgive you.
[ but he does speak again after a moment ]
I could . . . only accept you as you are.
[ with a shake of his head ]
But - you mustn't. If you can avoid it, you mustn't.
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. . . S. . . sorry. . . my apologies. I know I'm being unreasonable. . .
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