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Deceit remembers the early years.
Remembers years when he had first been created and he had spent all his time trying to force Thomas to tell the truth.
Forcing his host to tell the truth even when it hurt them both.
It had taken him a long time, to realize that sometimes lying was okay. To realize that if telling the truth got people hurt then lying may be the better alternative.
He knows that getting Thomas to tell the truth, and getting him to lie are important. They’re easy for Deceit. Easy for him to manipulate his host and mold his anxiety, his morality, and his logic into thinking he needs to do either, easy to spin the perfect lies from within the depths of creativity until even he is no longer sure what is real.
But though Thomas can lie, and Thomas can tell the truth, Deceit is not as able.
Deceit forces truths from his mouth made of seething flames, burning coals rising from his stomach until everything seems to ache and burn.
Deceit learned in those early years that though Thomas could be a good person, could tell the truth, Deceit was bad.
Deceit learned from Thomas’ parents that there was nothing worse than lying, learned in the lectures Morality gave the others about why it was important to be honest and that the way these lies slipped like smooth silk from his lips was bad.
Deceit learned early on that everything about him was wrong.

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