"I don't. But if I'm ordered to be harsh then I have no choice but to obey."
"You do have a choice though."
"I do but the orders I received- I am sworn to my duty. Be it right or wrong, I have no right to judge but simply to obey."
"You know, you have a very peculiar face. Have anyone told you that?"
"My face? I have never received any comment about my face before. I always wear my mask so I doubt anyone would even know who I am."
"No, I mean, you have this feint smile you are trying to control not to exposed, something villainuous and sinister and your eyes reflects a bottomless depth of sadness. Those aren't empty, I dare say. I know tools and dolls when I see one and certainly you aren't. But you're on your way there. i just hope you keep yourself from anymore getting torn."
"What- What are you talking about?"
"Don't lose yourself."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't lose yourself. Keep that moral compass of yours from breaking any further."
"Moral compass? What are you saying? i'm sorry but I don't understand."
"You have a choice. You can choose. Stop saying that you don't and that your duty precedes any common decency. Your duty is to yourself, to be you. Don't lose what remaining something you still have as you."
"You.. are making too many assumptions as if you know many things about me."
"Have you noticed my eyes?"
"What about the- Wait? Your eyes. You're blind?"
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