John turns a little icy at that question and he stands up, retrieving his water bottle from on mantle of the fireplace.
Wrath, he knows, will be his undoing. Instead, he focuses on the stones of his fireplace.
"Sin is - like a cancer on the soul," he says softly. "It picks and picks, taking bites, rotting away, consuming. That? Is what being on board this ship is like for someone like me. You think you can understand what that means by asking me about my dreams?"
He makes makes soft noise, sucking air between his teeth.
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Date: 2021-09-23 02:17 am (UTC)Wrath, he knows, will be his undoing. Instead, he focuses on the stones of his fireplace.
"Sin is - like a cancer on the soul," he says softly. "It picks and picks, taking bites, rotting away, consuming. That? Is what being on board this ship is like for someone like me. You think you can understand what that means by asking me about my dreams?"
He makes makes soft noise, sucking air between his teeth.
"Just go," he says, taking a drink.