He was ridiculous, absolutely pathetic, just unbelievable. The spirit’s brown eyes widened at his words and the serious expression accompanying them, but it just sounded to out of place, too impossible. Hell made no mistakes, not even once, she couldn’t repeat it in her head enough. Hell just made no mistakes!
Nonetheless, Shuren looked so troubled and somewhat upset now that the conversation had taken another turn and gone from simply bickering to questioning Hell itself. This was another side of the sinner, one she had only seen one or two times before when one of their so-called ‘dates’ had gone wrong for whatever reason.
This was the kind of Shuren she could like, but it was definitely the wrong moment to think about anything like that.
“Do you even realize what you’re saying..? That’s impossible.”
Still, a tiny part of her wanted to know more about it. The curiosity that had always gotten her into difficult situations struck her again and she wanted to know if it was true— but was there even any way of knowing for sure?
She must think he was crazy, and for good reason. He was claiming that Hell was wrong, that it was mistaken. Hell’s will and authority, along with its decisions were final, absolute. Hell was never wrong, yet he didn’t agree. He felt like he was innocent. Why would he be punished for something he couldn’t remember? And who decided what constitutes as sin, anyway?
‘But you already know the answer.’
There it was. That voice again. It seemed familiar to him, but he couldn’t place it. Was it what humans would call a conscience? No. He was a Sinner and dispensed of such foolishness a long time ago.
‘You know who I am. Think.’
Why was it talking to him? Why now when he was in the middle of trying to get his thoughts across without seeming like an idiot?
“IS it really? I don’t think so.”
‘Oh, but it is, Shuren. You know what you did cannot be forgiven.’
Again. There it was again! Why was he hearing that tone?!
Was he starting to lose his mind?