[He says it softly, slumped into the couch, and he puts his head in his hands. He wants so badly to believe, but it always comes back to this.]
That's the part I always get stuck on. I just... I can't make it make sense. Or feel right. No matter how much I tell myself it comes back to free will, it still... I hate it.
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[He says it softly, slumped into the couch, and he puts his head in his hands. He wants so badly to believe, but it always comes back to this.]
That's the part I always get stuck on. I just... I can't make it make sense. Or feel right. No matter how much I tell myself it comes back to free will, it still... I hate it.