“I’m not saying you can just wash your hands of this,” she said shakily. “But you can stop. You can stop, right here, right now.”
“Would that make it better?”he asked. “Would stopping make me any less damned, at this point?”
She was quiet for a long time.
“…No,” she eventually answered. “No, I don’t think it would.”
“Oh,” he murmured. Surprisingly, he didn’t feel vindicated nor disappointed, like he thought he might.
He didn’t feel anything at all.
“Then I’m not done.”