i am a monster, but i am never going to say i don’t deserve these powers so long as i’m protecting the dead and the living from hurting each other.
i don’t give a shit if you don’t believe me, but seeing the calm and acceptance come over a person’s face when they learn their late husband is at peace and did love them to the end makes all the mistakes and shit i’ve gone through worth it. breaking a poltergeist’s tether and having them remember the person they’re attacking is a little girl is rewarding in it’s own right
so yeah. i’m a freak. i made a deal that i didn’t entirely get a couple years ago, and then some latent shit in my blood made the people teaching me decide i needed to be put down. maybe i should be, idk. but it didn’t happen and i have control now. i’ll hurt anyone that thinks of touching my family and i’ll kill those whom i think are abusing the dead. and you can see that as wrong. like you said in the beginning
morality is just lines in the sand
So you’re saying that monsters deserve power? It don’t matter if you choose to do good with it occasionally, a gun can protect loved ones but it still takes a life in the process. If you didn’t give a shit about me believin’ you, you wouldn’t be spending so much time tryina explain about how you’re a ‘freak’ and ‘dont have any friends’ and ‘maybe needs to be put down’. Speaking of- even you don’t know if you should be put down! Does that not tell you something, that even against your natural will to survive and LIVE with causing all this hurt, your brain knows it’s not what you should be doing?
So you’re sayin’ that because the people that rightly tried to stop you failed, it’s okay to continue? It’s okay to continue to hurt people, even if you have some good intention? If you had any care for the dead or living you’d refrain from interfering with natural order. Other people doin’ bad things don’t mean you have the right to do ‘em too, so don’t come runnin’ to me about how you’re saving the world from the bad guys when you’re one of them yourself.
Of course it’s lines in the sand. But you’re standing ankle-deep, claiming sand don’t exist and somehow you adhere to the lines that mean you deserve it, while stepping over the lines that tell you the exact opposite.
But please, go on about how you’re a freak and deserve mercy. The more you struggle to keep your head above this water, the more it’s clear you’re drowning.