He shudders when God touches him, breath catching in his throat. Some part of him knows that he should pull himself together, that he's hysterical, behaving like an infant, but the greater part of him is still sick with horror. The world would sink into anarchy because of him and the only thing stopping it is this castle and an insane hat. (Another accident, he thinks, and forces the thought away.)
"...you are too merciful," he breathes. "I don't - can't deserve your forgiveness."
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Date: 2008-07-30 06:50 pm (UTC)"...you are too merciful," he breathes. "I don't - can't deserve your forgiveness."