There is that self-flagellating part of Aleron's nature that doesn't want to accept such easy absolution. But at the same time, it's a relief to hear from someone outside his own internal recriminations. He knows the truth behind the deceit. Those were demons preying on old wounds poorly mended and twisting them. Therein lies the largest part of his guilt.
There's nothing to be served by dissembling, and looking down or away is too escapist. He feels there ought to at least be some accountability for his personal responses. Maintaining eye contact with Malcolm is grounding and not allowing even a fraction of retreat. "I stayed and nearly looked overlong. I knew it to be a demon, false, nothing but lies, and still I stayed and hoped. I really thought myself above temptation."
Clearly he hadn't succumbed fully or he'd not be here now. It's the brief moment of weakness that shames him the most. The pride to think himself above reproach, there lies the sin.
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There is that self-flagellating part of Aleron's nature that doesn't want to accept such easy absolution. But at the same time, it's a relief to hear from someone outside his own internal recriminations. He knows the truth behind the deceit. Those were demons preying on old wounds poorly mended and twisting them. Therein lies the largest part of his guilt.
There's nothing to be served by dissembling, and looking down or away is too escapist. He feels there ought to at least be some accountability for his personal responses. Maintaining eye contact with Malcolm is grounding and not allowing even a fraction of retreat. "I stayed and nearly looked overlong. I knew it to be a demon, false, nothing but lies, and still I stayed and hoped. I really thought myself above temptation."
Clearly he hadn't succumbed fully or he'd not be here now. It's the brief moment of weakness that shames him the most. The pride to think himself above reproach, there lies the sin.