"I really couldn't say...it's not something I've ever had to contemplate before." The closest he's ever come was imagining what he'd do, if he succeeded in luring out and housing that soul he'd sensed in his dreams. And those memories are tainted now...it's agony to call them up again.
Besides, so much depended on how the soul reacted, once it had taken up residence in the house that he built...would it be appreciative? Grateful? Or would it strike him down as a heretic? He would have accepted whatever judgement it handed down. He would have been its first acolyte, its lover, its sacrifice. He would have given it everything he possessed. But...but instead...
Burakh may have been the one who struck the final blow, but...Pyotr was the one who killed it all the same.
"I should go," he says, standing abruptly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't -- I shouldn't be here. I'm sorry..." And he rushes out in a hurry, as if the hounds of hell themselves were chasing him.
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Besides, so much depended on how the soul reacted, once it had taken up residence in the house that he built...would it be appreciative? Grateful? Or would it strike him down as a heretic? He would have accepted whatever judgement it handed down. He would have been its first acolyte, its lover, its sacrifice. He would have given it everything he possessed. But...but instead...
Burakh may have been the one who struck the final blow, but...Pyotr was the one who killed it all the same.
"I should go," he says, standing abruptly. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't -- I shouldn't be here. I'm sorry..." And he rushes out in a hurry, as if the hounds of hell themselves were chasing him.