[He's felt scrambled since the fire, and her words tilt his unsteady feelings about good and evil on an axis. He doesn't usually interpret it as kindness and cruelty, more justice and injustice, innocent and guilty. That's why this morning he was getting in a car to go kill someone he didn't even know in the name of trying to be a better man.
And, hell, why he's even a little energized to go fight on some quest to save the forest or whatever. It's a clear way ahead that doesn't involve the weird calculus of kind and cruel, gentle and vicious, righteous and just plain vindictive. There's just an easy right option to take, no actual decision-making required.]
But let's go with it. Do you always choose the right rocks?
[Whatever her answer, he's going to keep shoving her up on that moral authority pedestal. That "tell me what to do so I don't have to think about it" throne.]
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Little bit.
[He's felt scrambled since the fire, and her words tilt his unsteady feelings about good and evil on an axis. He doesn't usually interpret it as kindness and cruelty, more justice and injustice, innocent and guilty. That's why this morning he was getting in a car to go kill someone he didn't even know in the name of trying to be a better man.
And, hell, why he's even a little energized to go fight on some quest to save the forest or whatever. It's a clear way ahead that doesn't involve the weird calculus of kind and cruel, gentle and vicious, righteous and just plain vindictive. There's just an easy right option to take, no actual decision-making required.]
But let's go with it. Do you always choose the right rocks?
[Whatever her answer, he's going to keep shoving her up on that moral authority pedestal. That "tell me what to do so I don't have to think about it" throne.]