"Let's chase this rabbit. This isn't about stuff I need to work on, that's a tangent." He sets his elbows on his thighs, leaning forward in a position that is in fact actually pretty comfortable. "You have a man who until he went insane, was a kind and sensitive soul, who in spite of having a profession that revolves entirely around killing went out of his way to reduce casualties every time he was involved. He has not been brought onboard this ship to pay for any potential crimes. That man is dead, and for the hell he endured in life he deserves his rest."
Angeal fights to maintain neutrality, it's a struggle, this is a sensitive subject to him. "In his place is what was left when he threw away twenty five years of memories. Memory makes us who we are, how we feel, what we do. Strip it away and you have only razor intellect and base instinct to draw upon, and his ... our base instinct is that of monsters. The man who took his place has come a long way, but he is not who he was before. This one has slaughtered thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, and had no remorse. He's improving, I am told. Forming friendships, forging a life for himself." Even if it's just in pursuit of Cloud, but that's .. not the best start, but it's a start.
"In what reality would it be anything but a vicious cruelty to kill the man who committed the horrific acts but is learning to overcome them by putting those memories back, and force the gentle man who he used to be suffer for someone else's crimes?" For all that Angeal's sense of honor and justice might not always rest on the same axis as other people's, it was still very much a strong force in his life; the idea of doing any such thing ground against it like a glacier against bedrock.
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Angeal fights to maintain neutrality, it's a struggle, this is a sensitive subject to him. "In his place is what was left when he threw away twenty five years of memories. Memory makes us who we are, how we feel, what we do. Strip it away and you have only razor intellect and base instinct to draw upon, and his ... our base instinct is that of monsters. The man who took his place has come a long way, but he is not who he was before. This one has slaughtered thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, and had no remorse. He's improving, I am told. Forming friendships, forging a life for himself." Even if it's just in pursuit of Cloud, but that's .. not the best start, but it's a start.
"In what reality would it be anything but a vicious cruelty to kill the man who committed the horrific acts but is learning to overcome them by putting those memories back, and force the gentle man who he used to be suffer for someone else's crimes?" For all that Angeal's sense of honor and justice might not always rest on the same axis as other people's, it was still very much a strong force in his life; the idea of doing any such thing ground against it like a glacier against bedrock.