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Context:
The piece below is part of some dialogue from a conversation between two people in a story I have. It's totally open to interpretation, and while I do have a set meaning in the context of the story itself--I've kept it somewhat vague on purpose to keep people guessing as to the message of this short excerpt.
The person speaking, by the way, is a very horrible person.
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Can you honestly say that you could truly care about a total stranger?
If you could peel back my skin, take a glimpse into the darkest corners of my mind, take a sip from the cup of my knowledge and ideals...could you still then say that you wish to save me?
Would I not become burdensome to your way of living? A 'danger' looming ever-present in the background of your happily ever after?
Or would you cast me out into the void? Would I cease to exist as a being worthy of all the same things you are the moment you discover that I am not like you, or would you embrace me with open arms wearing your heart on your sleeve like you always said you would?
...Of course, you wouldn't.
You're not stupid. You aren't as naive as when you were a child. You realize that in this world, it is eat or be eaten; there will always exist an 'us', and to 'us' there will come a 'them'. Just like good and evil cannot exist without one another, for every noble cause there must exist opposition; an opposition that needs to be snuffed out.
Yet, the illusion lies within the nature and subjectivity of things such as nobility and piety.
Are you really right to think the way you do, or have you been wrong all along?
To answer that question is to make a commitment, and that commitment will be fulfilled in blood by the trembling hands of those that judge.
Instead of saving me, you should have saved yourself. There is no mercy for the damned.
Looking at it that way...we're not all that different, are we?
The piece below is part of some dialogue from a conversation between two people in a story I have. It's totally open to interpretation, and while I do have a set meaning in the context of the story itself--I've kept it somewhat vague on purpose to keep people guessing as to the message of this short excerpt.
The person speaking, by the way, is a very horrible person.
---
Can you honestly say that you could truly care about a total stranger?
If you could peel back my skin, take a glimpse into the darkest corners of my mind, take a sip from the cup of my knowledge and ideals...could you still then say that you wish to save me?
Would I not become burdensome to your way of living? A 'danger' looming ever-present in the background of your happily ever after?
Or would you cast me out into the void? Would I cease to exist as a being worthy of all the same things you are the moment you discover that I am not like you, or would you embrace me with open arms wearing your heart on your sleeve like you always said you would?
...Of course, you wouldn't.
You're not stupid. You aren't as naive as when you were a child. You realize that in this world, it is eat or be eaten; there will always exist an 'us', and to 'us' there will come a 'them'. Just like good and evil cannot exist without one another, for every noble cause there must exist opposition; an opposition that needs to be snuffed out.
Yet, the illusion lies within the nature and subjectivity of things such as nobility and piety.
Are you really right to think the way you do, or have you been wrong all along?
To answer that question is to make a commitment, and that commitment will be fulfilled in blood by the trembling hands of those that judge.
Instead of saving me, you should have saved yourself. There is no mercy for the damned.
Looking at it that way...we're not all that different, are we?
