Dignity
The passions that drive use should be the ones we repeat, and admire. But to feel shame for our own motivations is such a vulgar thing.
Your not making any sense again. Clean this crap up.
That crap use to be a man. His face makes my eyes weep.
but I feel the great smile on my face, check to check. Almost as big as the cut I lay to his throat.
Shut up. Why did this man have to die?
He was going to hurt you. They all want to hurt you.
You don?t know that. This is murder. If you think that, your just as cold as the moon light that shines on this knife. Who are you to decide. Will this fate seek all that appose you?
Sure, their all helpless walking sacks of meat. If they cant defend themselves, then so be it. I am Strong.
No I am Empty, there is no Reasoning for this Motive. Where?s the dignity in it. That man kept his pride. This is... This is shameful, that man at least had some form of ambition. There is Dignity in that corpse
Dignity!! Is that what?s this is about. All right Quit you bitching. What good is dignity, look what dignity has gotten him. A red collared shirt.
Look to his eye?s He?s got pride. That?s something you can?t have. He will keep that in his heart forever
Not if I cut it out first.
at least I know better than to simply assume a complete justification for my actions?
Is that what this world looks for? Pride. People die every day. Weather they die old in bed, or with my icy hands rapped round their throat. The final coarse is served the same. Ha! And what about dignity. I keep telling my little sappy speech to Mr. Jon-Dow
He?s still dead. I killed him
No, no I didn?t
Theirs Bloods In my hands.
I still need a cause. What is my creed?
Dam it, have I not been listening to have pride, to have dignity, in this hell forsaken world is to be dead.
Exactly