Cost

I think, in the end, the cost of your pleasure is something you must account for. Everyone wants to be pleased or to please. Do you please yourself or others through the suffering or death of others? Do you prevent or cause?

Defense!
Defense!
Defense!

If I were to find myself on your grounds, I would be more than happy to share in commune with you. We can be prosperous together. If you were to attack me, however, the laws of nature simply state that I am not accountable for actions performed out of self defense. What of the carnivorous? The lion does not need to ask for forgiveness in hunting the gazelle, for it is in his nature. Need I ask for forgiveness because I have tasted the flesh of fish, bovine, deer and foul? I guess this is the biggest question I'll ever ask. What of plants and herbs? Do they feel pain as I do? What if I were to be defenseless against an intelligent, starving predator? Some pains I have endured, can know. Others are too horrendous. Training versus suffering. Some questions I cannot answer but there is one thing I am certain of: My pleasures come at no cost to others. Any price made is through the machinations of someone else so the blame does not rest upon me.

What confusion, the possession had in so many years! It was only half my choice, yes but your deceit makes it all yours in the blame! This, "40,000 dollars of debt", you can take it back. I'm sure you've made more than your share in interested returns!

In the eyes of justice, it is not my place, then, to know or even find out with whom the speculation might be laid upon. I'm no soldier, no detective. I'm simply a commoner trying to survive. It's not my fault if I should develop an alter ego, one whose terrible wrath is incurred, staining his hands, soaking them in the blood of his, of my, enemies.

Nihil.

We all know, can tell. How fucking dare you for accusing me of wrongdoings by being born. I did not choose. There are some things that one can do to another that are beyond forgiveness, forgetfulness or redemption. The aversion comes through me.

Want to play hot potato?

Catch.

Present sense of self
When lain in the Highest Hands
Be thoughts when needed

Nihil: Does she want a promise?
The Stranger Inside: Yes but she won't count them until the right one is made at the right time.
Nihil: Why is this so?
The Stranger Inside: You're black as us but nowhere near as perverse. We are the same but differ as the pitch grasping into the sun's light. You have been tainted but virtue will save your soul for emaciation.
Nihil: What is the promise?
*Vin comes in from center right behind Nihil*
Vin: I will not speak with one such as "him" any more.

And the chorus swells, drops into the bridge...

*Cut to the musician tearing his room apart before collapsing against the wall, breathlessly talking to himself amid the sub-urban night's calm, moonlight on his naked body*

Nihil: "I did not seek it. It came to me, to my friends. I'll argue no more with the likes of it. I've given all my apologies."