The uselessness of the “reassurance”, which fortunately I’ve only ever seen in fiction, that ‘You know you’re not evil by the fact that you still worry about your morality’. You could quite easily not realise that you’ve already sunk to new depths of depravity, and still worry about it.
[AN: I almost deleted this because of its similarity to yesterday’s prompt. PLEASE space out your similar prompts with other muse fuel. Thanks.]
“It’s for the best,” he repeated. “Isn’t it, Miol?”
The catlike creature across his shoulders purred his sweet song. “Of course it’s for the best. You tried everything else to convince them. And now they have a leader to inspire them in their unthinking rebellion.”
“But… killing him? That can’t be necessary…”
“Just remember,” cooed Miol. “It isn’t really evil if you’re still worried about it…”
It still didn’t feel right. Which was why Lord Jev the Dark sent the bare minimum of opposition against the rebelling hero. Why he never used his ultimate weapon until it was far too late.
He never wanted to press that shiny, red button.
Miol had no such concerns.
And it was why, when they killed Miol and imprisoned him for trial, that he wept. Not for Miol. Not for his lost glory. But out of sheer relief that it was over.
It was all someone else’s problem, now.
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