"That there is a God. It's quite a paradoxical privilege to have. Knowledge is painful, to be honest." George pauses, his eyes reflecting a dark crimson, almost as if it were a trick of the light.
"I hesitate to give it to you. But I have no choice, anyways. It will be over soon."
"George, you aren't making any sense. What's going on? What is this place?"
I move to get up from my seat, but a strange force holds me down. I look down, and in horror see a thick rope strapped around my waist. I whip my face back up to him, and he is smiling sadly at me, his hands still raised.
"Even now, I'm struggling on how to tell my story. I suppose I don't have to tell it. I could leave you here. Or push you over the ledge." He steps closer, sticking out his foot. "It would be so easy. But I can't. There isn't a point. Fate says it won't be so."
