Sirius frowns and waves hand as he speaks, slopping tea from the teacup in his hand all over the table. "Look, I respect what you're saying, but there's no need to patronize me. I've already seen it. Maybe I haven't been anywhere you were from, but trust me on this one. And what exactly do you mean 'good?'" He notices the dripping tea and puts the cup down on the table, calming himself down a bit as he does so.
"I've met plenty of people who would use plenty of different definitions of what it takes to get into heaven. I'm not asking you to lay out the formula, just to clear a few things up. Do you mean they have to believe in something in particular? James didn't believe in anything, and neither did Lily as far as I know. Do they have to have been perfect, or followed all of the rules like, like, try not to shag anyone if you can help it, or is it good enough to break the rules and just be really really sorry?"
He considers this for a second. "No, it's not the last one, is it? Because I'm sorry for just about everything I've ever-- but I still didn't--" He stops talking rather abruptly, and focuses intently on cleaning up the spilled tea with a napkin. Aziraphale asking him straight out what he wanted had opened the floodgates, but he was suddenly very conscious of what he was saying and who he was talking to.
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Date: 2006-09-26 11:49 pm (UTC)"I've met plenty of people who would use plenty of different definitions of what it takes to get into heaven. I'm not asking you to lay out the formula, just to clear a few things up. Do you mean they have to believe in something in particular? James didn't believe in anything, and neither did Lily as far as I know. Do they have to have been perfect, or followed all of the rules like, like, try not to shag anyone if you can help it, or is it good enough to break the rules and just be really really sorry?"
He considers this for a second. "No, it's not the last one, is it? Because I'm sorry for just about everything I've ever-- but I still didn't--" He stops talking rather abruptly, and focuses intently on cleaning up the spilled tea with a napkin. Aziraphale asking him straight out what he wanted had opened the floodgates, but he was suddenly very conscious of what he was saying and who he was talking to.