The hurt questioning seems to strike straight through to the double's heart, for at that very moment, the thunderous pounding shudders and slows... and with it, the rebellious current stops pushing back quite so hard against Carlisle's mind. He is, after all, based on a being who cares for the clergyman, and for a moment he balks at doing anything that could threaten that friendship...
... But he cannot turn back, now, as he questions himself on something else--what good is he without his old life and his friends? He's already gone so far--there is no way he will be allowed to live for the transgression. Ending the life of the ice alien is the only way--it's a sad reality that has been drilled into his head by the depraved beings that created him. The ice alien gives a furious hiss, raising his arm again, but his will has been sapped, weakened by internal conflict. There's strength enough in his arm to punch through his victim's skull, but likely not enough left in his hearts to turn back an accursed force.
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... But he cannot turn back, now, as he questions himself on something else--what good is he without his old life and his friends? He's already gone so far--there is no way he will be allowed to live for the transgression. Ending the life of the ice alien is the only way--it's a sad reality that has been drilled into his head by the depraved beings that created him. The ice alien gives a furious hiss, raising his arm again, but his will has been sapped, weakened by internal conflict. There's strength enough in his arm to punch through his victim's skull, but likely not enough left in his hearts to turn back an accursed force.