"I... I can't... It’s the temptation. I can't be faulted for the temptation! It was put upon me. That was not my fault! That was not what I choose!" he protested weakly. "I don't... I don't act on it, not always... I put it out of my mind like… like I'm supposed to with every other sin!" He gripped the cross in his unarmoured hand more forcefully, imprinting it into his skin. His words sounded hollow to his own ears, in the face of what he saw within himself. What vileness he was capable of, what a part of him wanted, what he wanted.