I refuse.
I have control over my own body. My own existance. My own life. I refuse to act on impulse unless I want to.
...so why is there a man bleeding in front of me, praying that he won't die?
Our existance in Assiah, the living material world, is short. We are given a taste of eternity by God, because of God, for God. Are we not His children and toys, looking up to him in the hopes that one day we will be his favorite child?
I don't. I've stopped believing that a long time ago.
So young man, who may have been Kira's friend if you had known him, why do you ask me if you will reach Heaven? You are either God's child or you are rejected from Him, cast aside like the broken toy you are.
Subaru.This child who is not an Evil, but a vampire. The same kind as the Princess of Evil's faithful servants and yet, like herself, your body and soul are pure. Heaven would not open it's gates for you, though your spirit deserves it, much like my own rebellious and fallen body. It's been a while since I've killed someone, but only can I feel the life coursing through my veins because of someone else's life. I feel weak. How do you live doing this? I was once a slave to another. You are continuously indebt to people. I can't live like this. Are you too weak to rise about this? Pathetic. Where is your will? Anger? Hatred, even?
I have control over my own body. My own existance. My own life. I refuse to act on impulse unless I want to.
That is a lie. The only choice we make in life is this: God or Thought.
Those of us who live with God lose our sense of self-actualization.
The rest of us are the scattered, fallen, and broken toys.
I am full and you, young man, need not ask these questions anymore.