"I think starting with your birth was a good start."
"Yes, I think so also."
"See I told you, you just do the typing and I will do the telling then things will be ok."
"Don't get full of yourself now, we have barely covered any ground in the story. Also it was not that amazing of a story you know."
"Not my fault your birth sucked, I told the story as best I could with information I had."
"My birth did not suck, look at the cool doctor we had. Look at my heart, my birth was an astonishing event to all involved. You just downplayed it."
"I am not here to tell you how special you are. I would think all the doctors' tests over the years would have proved that already."
The boy goes to lie down on his bed. After typing up the story of his birth even more questions arose. He did not think that starting to tell his story would be so draining. The Voice did not make it less tiring, as always it seemed like if the Boy does not ask the right questions he won't get any answers. "Why do I always have to interrogate you for information?"
"Not always."
"Yes, always."
"Not interrogate."
"Yes, interrogate."
"Nah uh."
"Do you think I am a good person?" the Boy asks in earnest.
"See, it is pointless questions like that which make you think you need to interrogate me."
"What do you mean?" the boy asks with a smirk as he gets more comfortable in bed.
"You ask me to asnwer things even when you know the answer."
"Nah uh."
"Is too," the Voice answers, clearly agitated with the conversation. The boy always does this; it has no interest in the debate of whether they are good. The Voice knows that their actions will still determine this; it does not care to have premature discussions of moral grey areas.
"Like when I broke that bullies nose using my power for the first time, I did not feel like a good person."
"You acted good by protecting an innocent."
"Can I only do this while harming those I feel are not innocent?"
"Go to sleep, we will discuss this another time."
"You always say we will. What if another time never comes?" the Boy closes his eyes knowing an answer won't come. He thinks about the time his power first unleashed. It scared him. He remembers every part of it because the Voice remembers every part of it. The rage he felt could surely not come from a good person. These thoughts stormed in his mind as he fell asleep.
"You are good, but good is yet to be determined. Now sleep well Boy."
