[The cut away the fat, so to speak. Trim things down. Pare them to something easily understood. Speak frankly, because they've already served as the linchpin that will kill him; what more could they possibly do to contribute?]
You forgave them. They will never forgive themselves, nor will they believe that you have chosen to forgive them freely and without purpose. Because they have learned to live in a world where all things are conditional, and thus, not even forgiveness is deserved.
[So why did he choose to forgive them?
Because it made him feel better. Because it granted him the illusion that, for a brief moment in time, he could feel as though he had done the right thing. He could feel good and terribly nice about himself.
Forgiveness, like love, is a selfish emotion.
It always will be.]
No attempt to forgive humanity will ever lessen what they are and what they've done. It will do nothing; nothing but grant me the pointless illusion that, for one moment in time, I've achieved some manner of enlightenment and become an acceptable sort of victim.
What do I possibly stand to gain in lying to myself?
[The sort of person who goes from an irritant to something admirable. Because an angry child is to be scorned, to be feared, their trials to be dismissed. You're making things up for attention, Chara. You shouldn't lie to grown-ups, Chara.
no subject
[The cut away the fat, so to speak. Trim things down. Pare them to something easily understood. Speak frankly, because they've already served as the linchpin that will kill him; what more could they possibly do to contribute?]
You forgave them. They will never forgive themselves, nor will they believe that you have chosen to forgive them freely and without purpose. Because they have learned to live in a world where all things are conditional, and thus, not even forgiveness is deserved.
[So why did he choose to forgive them?
Because it made him feel better. Because it granted him the illusion that, for a brief moment in time, he could feel as though he had done the right thing. He could feel good and terribly nice about himself.
Forgiveness, like love, is a selfish emotion.
It always will be.]
No attempt to forgive humanity will ever lessen what they are and what they've done. It will do nothing; nothing but grant me the pointless illusion that, for one moment in time, I've achieved some manner of enlightenment and become an acceptable sort of victim.
What do I possibly stand to gain in lying to myself?
[The sort of person who goes from an irritant to something admirable. Because an angry child is to be scorned, to be feared, their trials to be dismissed. You're making things up for attention, Chara. You shouldn't lie to grown-ups, Chara.
But a peaceable one?
Why, they are an angel.]