[A foolish notion, and he knows it. Bless Lovecraft for stating it plainly. Char may already be aware of how naive it sounds, but it helps to be kept in check by a voice he holds in high regard.]
That may be true... but it's not so easy to shake. Tell me, at what point are a man's actions beyond forgiveness?
[He pauses, eyes narrowing, as though the answer might be written in the air between them.]
And then there's the matter of forgiving oneself... but even if I could, I would not grant it.
You really ought to give yourself a great deal more credit than you do. That's a very astute observation— and something I've wrestled with for a long time.
[What would it mean to forgive himself? What would it take? Char... doesn't even know where to begin.]
I suppose, if I must continue on, that I should try to figure it out.
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That may be true... but it's not so easy to shake. Tell me, at what point are a man's actions beyond forgiveness?
[He pauses, eyes narrowing, as though the answer might be written in the air between them.]
And then there's the matter of forgiving oneself... but even if I could, I would not grant it.
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[He knows sometimes he has not forgiven. He is petty like that.]
You yourself are...the most insurmountable. Obstacle.
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You really ought to give yourself a great deal more credit than you do. That's a very astute observation— and something I've wrestled with for a long time.
[What would it mean to forgive himself? What would it take? Char... doesn't even know where to begin.]
I suppose, if I must continue on, that I should try to figure it out.