"Help me? Don't make me laugh. You are a demon; your purpose is cruelty. And why would I believe someone who serves a being with the title of Prince of Lies? You aren't to be trusted."
He paused and looked down at Frankie, petting him softly.
"And you don't know that feeling wouldn't be the mistake. Or that acting on something might make me happy. That allowing myself to become more emotional would be a good thing.
What do you know of what I might be like?" His hand on Frankie's head trembled. "Nothing. You know nothing. But I do. I've seen what happens to doctors who feel too much and go to far.
You - and I - and others might very well regret it."
no subject
"Help me? Don't make me laugh. You are a demon; your purpose is cruelty. And why would I believe someone who serves a being with the title of Prince of Lies? You aren't to be trusted."
He paused and looked down at Frankie, petting him softly.
"And you don't know that feeling wouldn't be the mistake. Or that acting on something might make me happy. That allowing myself to become more emotional would be a good thing.
What do you know of what I might be like?" His hand on Frankie's head trembled. "Nothing. You know nothing. But I do. I've seen what happens to doctors who feel too much and go to far.
You - and I - and others might very well regret it."