Oh, no. I know there's no moral superiority in what I'm doing. I suppose that'll be what kills me, though, if you can make me believe in morality again.
[She's watching him intently now; from the looks of it, there's something about his barely-concealed pain that's bothering her, though her expression isn't changing much from that tired, flat mask.]
It's not enough. Of all people, you and I both know how family doesn't exempt anyone from hurting anyone else.
Now listen, Silver. If I spell out the rules, then in the end the answer won't matter; you won't have done it because you believed in it, but because telling me the right thing to hear was your means to an end. So you have to work it out for yourself, but if anyone can, it's you.
You can't escape this by arguing that those who are strong have the right to hurt who they please, because right now I'm stronger than you, and that only tells me I have the right to do as I see fit. And you can't beg for your lives out of love, because that doesn't answer the question; it only solves your own problem.
So why is it, that I should act differently from anyone else? Why shouldn't I be a monster who hurts others, when it makes no sense to make myself a victim?
Convince me that reasoning is wrong. Convince me there's more to the world than monsters and victims. The Meridiana you loved in this game was kind and sweet and was used and she died. Why is that the right way to live?
It's not about wanting to hurt you. I want you to make me understand why I shouldn't.
[And now, at last, her voice cracks, very slightly.]
The way of the world is people hurting each other. Why should I make any effort to be better than that? What benefit has there ever been to not being a monster? Tell me, Silver!
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[She's watching him intently now; from the looks of it, there's something about his barely-concealed pain that's bothering her, though her expression isn't changing much from that tired, flat mask.]
It's not enough. Of all people, you and I both know how family doesn't exempt anyone from hurting anyone else.
Now listen, Silver. If I spell out the rules, then in the end the answer won't matter; you won't have done it because you believed in it, but because telling me the right thing to hear was your means to an end. So you have to work it out for yourself, but if anyone can, it's you.
You can't escape this by arguing that those who are strong have the right to hurt who they please, because right now I'm stronger than you, and that only tells me I have the right to do as I see fit. And you can't beg for your lives out of love, because that doesn't answer the question; it only solves your own problem.
So why is it, that I should act differently from anyone else? Why shouldn't I be a monster who hurts others, when it makes no sense to make myself a victim?
Convince me that reasoning is wrong. Convince me there's more to the world than monsters and victims. The Meridiana you loved in this game was kind and sweet and was used and she died. Why is that the right way to live?
It's not about wanting to hurt you. I want you to make me understand why I shouldn't.
[And now, at last, her voice cracks, very slightly.]
The way of the world is people hurting each other. Why should I make any effort to be better than that? What benefit has there ever been to not being a monster? Tell me, Silver!