there's light at the edge of the darkness
It was hard to argue with Oia’i’o’s example, so Loren just listened, brow furrowed. ”Alright, I’ll accept that.” However, it was clear from his voice that he wasn’t happy about it. Tilting his head, he gave her a quizzical look. ”Wouldn’t you agree that shame is a useful tool for keeping people from acting in ways society has deemed immoral or unethical? Without subjecting people to having their minds messed with?”
He sighed and rubbed his temple as she gave him another long explanation. ”The underlying principles should only be the same in similar cases. The case where an individual cannot give consent is categorically different to the case where the individual can, at least to me.” Although he tried to keep his tone level, it was clear that he very much disagreed with her viewpoint.
Once more his fingers tapped anxiously as he bit his lip. ”What would you consider a life well lived?” Even though he was almost afraid to hear the answer, his voice was genuinely curious.
He sighed and rubbed his temple as she gave him another long explanation. ”The underlying principles should only be the same in similar cases. The case where an individual cannot give consent is categorically different to the case where the individual can, at least to me.” Although he tried to keep his tone level, it was clear that he very much disagreed with her viewpoint.
Once more his fingers tapped anxiously as he bit his lip. ”What would you consider a life well lived?” Even though he was almost afraid to hear the answer, his voice was genuinely curious.
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