Part of him wants to say that that's the problem - that he was so completely powerless. It wasn't even like he made the conscious decision to betray his moral compass. It had just been pulled out of him by force, just like they'd tried to shove that soul in. If it had actually worked...

His wrist is rattling from the way he can't keep his arm still, and he clasps one fist around the other to try to make it stop.

"Anyway, it didn't work," he says, as if the last thing he said hadn't just been extremely depressing. "Dunno why. They might have tried more than once, with...different ones. I don't remember after the first time."

"They'd already almost dusted me doing that, so I guess they gave up."