If you think that I didn't know that you were the one responsible then you must not hear yourself speak. There's no leading through the nose about it. Your breadcrumbs are more like entire loafs from the bakery.
[At this moment John desperately wishes he had his cigarette, but lighting another one now seems like a waste. Instead his foot finds the butt on the ground, grinding it into the floor.]
A person, which I even hesitate to call you, can't be judged without a soul. You're hollow, nothing more than a paper cup. There's no fit judgement here on earth and we both know that law enforcement is a joke.
[He looks up, tilting his head with a grind of the teeth.]
But I can assure you that I would be happy to help you find the torment you so desperately seek.
Not like just that, mage. I was hoping that I could anger you enough to kill me.
[ His shoulders lift and lower. He lifts his chin up to admire the church and have him fully understand the level of blasphemy he was attempting. Not only defiling the holy space with curses upon curses but having his own rotten blood splattered everywhere in a battle with a mage.
But his head twists back to look at him, finally showing annoyance. ]
You have no idea what it is like to live like this every day. I thought that I would have been given salvation if I did everything I could. I suffered and strove for some sort of light at the end of the tunnel, but there was nothing. If I did evi, if I did good, there would be nothing. [ His bitterness revealed. ]
And why is that forced to be my truth? Because of a mage? Because of a priest? Were they punished for what they did? No. They were allowed to keep their souls and seek out repetenance! [ He steps forward, filled with anger. ] What I desperately seek is an understanding of the truth that has been laid out before us. What truth have you come to understand of this world, John Constantine?
I'm curious now... go ahead and return my soul to me... but tell me what truth you've come to find in it.
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[At this moment John desperately wishes he had his cigarette, but lighting another one now seems like a waste. Instead his foot finds the butt on the ground, grinding it into the floor.]
A person, which I even hesitate to call you, can't be judged without a soul. You're hollow, nothing more than a paper cup. There's no fit judgement here on earth and we both know that law enforcement is a joke.
[He looks up, tilting his head with a grind of the teeth.]
But I can assure you that I would be happy to help you find the torment you so desperately seek.
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[ His shoulders lift and lower. He lifts his chin up to admire the church and have him fully understand the level of blasphemy he was attempting. Not only defiling the holy space with curses upon curses but having his own rotten blood splattered everywhere in a battle with a mage.
But his head twists back to look at him, finally showing annoyance. ]
You have no idea what it is like to live like this every day. I thought that I would have been given salvation if I did everything I could. I suffered and strove for some sort of light at the end of the tunnel, but there was nothing. If I did evi, if I did good, there would be nothing. [ His bitterness revealed. ]
And why is that forced to be my truth? Because of a mage? Because of a priest? Were they punished for what they did? No. They were allowed to keep their souls and seek out repetenance! [ He steps forward, filled with anger. ] What I desperately seek is an understanding of the truth that has been laid out before us. What truth have you come to understand of this world, John Constantine?
I'm curious now... go ahead and return my soul to me... but tell me what truth you've come to find in it.