Redsand Canyon Like you held onto Light

I just thought that the world would be better off without me. Says he. 

Donovan is interested by his outlook on life this most unfortunate aspect of his life. The constant struggle for forgiveness. Donovan wonders what it’s like to strive for forgiveness like that. Perhaps he sought it out with Aphrodite. Yet he became bitter in the end with himself. It made him worse, so much so that he attacked Dawn for simply being in the same pack as her. For fun too. Just to get a rise out of it. Now, where Hemlocke believes he is the devil, Donovan knows he himself is, at the very least, a piece of shit. Yet currently he has no qualms with himself. He’s free. He’s accepted who he is, even though he still fights with himself — denies things. He is what he is.

This half devil is having problems doing that — accepting himself. So Donovan gazes to him as they walk. “It is not.” He hums casually — matter of factly. Referencing the part of the world being better without him. “Perhaps the Gods hear your pleas, but you are too blind to your own self loathing to accept it.” Comes his response. His voice soft and casual as he offers the idea to the other.