It was getting old and Damon had enough of this. There was only so much he could take and not get tired of the same repeated and beaten up arguments.
Even so, he felt his very soul trembling when he sat before the Archivist in the Pedestal of Accusation. It was as if the long arm of the law had finally caught up to him.
Still, Damon was not about to accept any guilt.
"Huh." He sighed softly, rubbing his temples as if the situation itself gave him a headache.
"Is this one of those mental trials where I am forced to relive my guilt. That is not very original. I survived going through those things before. What is to say I cannot do so again."
His tone was calm, yet Damon mentally went through all the things he had done in the past. If his actions were to be put against a scale where good and evil were judged, then Damon was certain the scale on the side of good would topple before the evils he had committed.
He was so bad that even he knew he was shit.
