piigsaw:
TO SAY SHE STARES BLANKLY IS AN UNDERSTATEMENT . Amanda looks at this pedestrian as if he’s speaking another language, lips parted, brows furrowed in a hard, confused line. The public knows of her crimes. They titter about it everywhere she goes, her glasgow-scars like a pirate’s brand in identifying a heinous criminal. But not once has anyone had the stones to approach the ‘psycho Jigsaw chick’ directly about it— LET ALONE ASK TO BE TRIED WITHOUT SKIPPING A BEAT .
“ It depends. Do you understand the weight of your mortality? ” She crosses her arms, cocks her head to the side in inquisition. “ And what sins do you gorge in to ignore it? ”
“Mortality and I aren’t very well acquainted.” Which is a very vague answer to the question. Amanda asks him about his sins, and Morgan gives it thought— sloth? Apathy? Wasn’t apathy supposedly the worst of all sins? He isn’t sure— he’s not very familiar with the Christian religion.
“I’m not sure how to answer that. Perhaps it’s curiosity. My tenacity and inability to let sleeping dogs lie— like this conversation right now. A fascination with the machinations of death and the desire to rest peacefully. I’m not suicidal anymore— I had to give that up. Not for lack of trying though, it simply wasn’t producing results. And I’m a man of science.”
