[The funny thing about speaking with the Prince of Lies is that he feels compelled to tell the truth, as if by some property of contrapasso in which the sinner suffers the opposite. And by this same property, it must be simpler to confess one's sins to the devil that incites them rather than the saints that condemn them.]
It just seemed to me that my living wasn't doing anyone any good. That's all.
[Quentin no longer looks at him, but up at the sky beyond his head, with an unfathomable expression on his face and his words quivering.]
also cw: suicidal ideation
It just seemed to me that my living wasn't doing anyone any good. That's all.
[Quentin no longer looks at him, but up at the sky beyond his head, with an unfathomable expression on his face and his words quivering.]