I think I've lost it.
The goodness, I mean. But the problem is: how can you tell what's good and what's not? Everything's grey. Black and white don't exist anymore.
So if you can't tell what's good, how can you expect your conscience to? What if your conscience gets it wrong sometimes, too?
Because I don't know about you, but I think this is ridiculous.
So why does my conscience tell me it's the right thing to do?
My hands are shaking. I can't make them stop. Does that matter? I don't want them to think I'm afraid.
Even though I am.
But is he good?