I've never been one for hiding, to be honest. Deception is something that has never sat well with me. But I supposed that if I really was going to live a new life, I was going to need a new name. So I went as Azrael, and David became something of a shameful secret. Which is odd, to be honest. I'm not one for shame. It's a tool used to keep people in line.
And as such, there's a bit of a relief for finally mentioning who I am, what I've done. Which is quite a lot for those who do not instantly recognize my name. I'll probably go into it eventually.
I did think there would be more of a reaction, though. I was pretty well hated, for good reason. I have killed and raped and tortured myself quite a few enemies. And yet the whole situation was... pretty accepting. I don't know if that's because you all are charitable or idiotic.
Or maybe the world's just gotten so dark nowadays that it doesn't matter. Those who survive have done terrible things, and perhaps absolving me absolves themselves. I don't know if it works quite that way, but I think this is something we need to work on.
Let's leave the darkness for the bad guys, all right?
One of the most diabolical weapons in the world is the illusion that there is no choice.
There's always a choice. I think we should start making some.