[ If any doubts whatsoever still remained in Irving's mind, then this is the moment that finally proves what, deep in his heart, he already knew: not only is it Godless, but Duplicity is Hell.
He is in Hell right now.
Why he's in Hell right now, not to mention how or when -- as he certainly has no memory of dying, but then again, for all he knows no one ever does -- he still doesn't know, but figuring all that out can wait. Irving has become so tense he looks like he may just spontaneously combust at any moment, his eyes wide with the panicked confusion of a cornered animal.
He shakes his head quickly and even goes so far as to clap a hand over his mouth, as if staying completely silent is the only way to stop the alien influence that's spreading through him like an virus and making him speak and act his Truth with wild, perverse abandon, from simply speaking for him instead. ]
I... [ His hand moves only just enough so that his words don't disappear into his palm. ] I do not wish to say it.
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He is in Hell right now.
Why he's in Hell right now, not to mention how or when -- as he certainly has no memory of dying, but then again, for all he knows no one ever does -- he still doesn't know, but figuring all that out can wait. Irving has become so tense he looks like he may just spontaneously combust at any moment, his eyes wide with the panicked confusion of a cornered animal.
He shakes his head quickly and even goes so far as to clap a hand over his mouth, as if staying completely silent is the only way to stop the alien influence that's spreading through him like an virus and making him speak and act
his Truthwith wild, perverse abandon, from simply speaking for him instead. ]I... [ His hand moves only just enough so that his words don't disappear into his palm. ] I do not wish to say it.
[ More quietly: ]
Please. Do not ask that of me.