“You should really look back to see where you’ve been.”
“I know where I’ve been,” he said, “It’s nothing special.”
“But how do you know? How do you know that what’s up ahead is anything better than what you came from?”
“People were coming to kill me,” he replied, “People were coming to kill my family. It’s better if I’m not there.”
“So you saved your family some pain,” the voice said, obvious sarcasm buried in its tone.
“Yes,” he replied hastily, “They’ll suffer a little while without me, but they would have suffered worse if I stayed.”
“And you believe that?”
He didn’t answer for a moment, still walking down the long, long road as he did his best not to look around, to claim that of course he’d done what he had to, that he believed it, that he didn’t want to talk about this any longer. But he had the feeling that the owner of the voice wouldn’t care.
“I have to,” he whispered.
“You ‘have to'” the voice mocked, “You simply ‘have to’ hurt your family in order to save them. You humans truly do make me laugh sometimes.”
That all but confirmed that he was talking to something that was not from the world he’d left, but still he didn’t turn around. There was nothing for him back there, nothing at all that he would need to see.
The horrifying part was that a part of him really wanted to turn around now, if only to satisfy his curiosity.
(to be continued)