Was it Buddhists? He thought so as his mirth rather deflated, his own meal left semi-abandoned on the plate before him. He never had. You live one life and then that's it, Heaven or Hell... one certainly never came back as a fly, a cat... or a snake or anything.
"You're right. We don't know anything."
He would have left it there. Simply stared grimly into his platter of crepe, which was amazingly tasty, and just never said another word about it only today the spirit of oversharing was very strong.
"I never told you what my first memory was. Are you a religious man, Mr Fell? I am. Well, that's what happens when your family is Catholic."
Anthony reached up into the neckline of his own shirt and pulled out a small golden cross on a chain.
"Mother gave this to me when I was just a wee thing, couldn't have been more than six. She said its important to remember your faith so you know where you came from and can avoid the temptations a young boy could be faced with out there in the world. Then she said she loved me and God loved me too, I guess all parents would say that though..."
He frowned at the necklace, taking a break in his story before he found himself continuing it. This magical affect Mr. Fell had on him for truth-telling was an undeniably strong force.
"Now I'm not even sure I should go on wearing it. In my memory I was a serpent, no... THE serpent, you know the one from the garden of Eden who tempted Eve into taking the apple. I slithered out of the ground, whispered a few words into her ear and caused she and Adam to be tossed out of the garden forever."
As if Mr. Fell could throw him a lifeline, something he could hold onto to prevent his sinking under the waves he abandoned staring at the necklace to focus his pleading eyes on his companion.
"Now that can't be true, can it? Its... a story I've heard dozens of times. Maybe hundreds! It can't be real? I can't actually be Satan...??"
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Was it Buddhists? He thought so as his mirth rather deflated, his own meal left semi-abandoned on the plate before him. He never had. You live one life and then that's it, Heaven or Hell... one certainly never came back as a fly, a cat... or a snake or anything.
"You're right. We don't know anything."
He would have left it there. Simply stared grimly into his platter of crepe, which was amazingly tasty, and just never said another word about it only today the spirit of oversharing was very strong.
"I never told you what my first memory was. Are you a religious man, Mr Fell? I am. Well, that's what happens when your family is Catholic."
Anthony reached up into the neckline of his own shirt and pulled out a small golden cross on a chain.
"Mother gave this to me when I was just a wee thing, couldn't have been more than six. She said its important to remember your faith so you know where you came from and can avoid the temptations a young boy could be faced with out there in the world. Then she said she loved me and God loved me too, I guess all parents would say that though..."
He frowned at the necklace, taking a break in his story before he found himself continuing it. This magical affect Mr. Fell had on him for truth-telling was an undeniably strong force.
"Now I'm not even sure I should go on wearing it. In my memory I was a serpent, no... THE serpent, you know the one from the garden of Eden who tempted Eve into taking the apple. I slithered out of the ground, whispered a few words into her ear and caused she and Adam to be tossed out of the garden forever."
As if Mr. Fell could throw him a lifeline, something he could hold onto to prevent his sinking under the waves he abandoned staring at the necklace to focus his pleading eyes on his companion.
"Now that can't be true, can it? Its... a story I've heard dozens of times. Maybe hundreds! It can't be real? I can't actually be Satan...??"