"I'm not a philosopher Sussy." He shouted. They'd been at it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant for him to be just, true and follow his conscience. "I need to get this right so I can get to heaven." Matt picked up the pad of paper. They'd written down all the factors involved in the situation and different ways of make all the angels happy."
"Well your conscience is easy, what is your inner voice telling you to do?" Sussy asked, picking at her nails.
"I feel like this is the first time I've ever had a conscience." Matt paced the floor. "In the van I felt it, it was screaming at me to do something. Like it was telling me not to rob that bank. Even though we'd done things like this before."
"You've kidnapped someone to ransom them?"
"Yes, but not for as large of an amount as you." Matt paused for a second. "How are we going to get this money by the way? I mean, who are you, in this dream world anyway?"
"I am the fiancé to a rich prince. I came into this body a few days before the heist. I met with Mickey and told him the story of my fiancé being financially controlling, which is true. I have no control over my own money. It's either handled by my father or him. But if you guys sent him a ransom note, I know he or my father would be willing to pay anything to get me back."
"You really think they can get 4 billion dollars together in 2 days?"
"I know it! They are very rich people. And they care for this girl." Sussy pointed to herself and picked at her flesh. She ran her hands down her body as if she was noticing herself for the first time. "Human bodies are strange."
"I guess it's no different than when you come into my dreams."
"That's different. That's my succubus self." Sussy got up and poured herself some coffee and passed Matt a pack of cigarettes. "I can look like whatever I want in dreams, and I can control what's going on. This is different. I feel my body. I can't control what's happening to me, I have hunger, pain, and feelings! This is worse than being in Hell. At Least there I had soft furry legs!" Sussy lifted up the shirt she was wearing to show off her bare legs. Matt got lost in thought for a second.
"We were talking about uh, truth!" Matt snapped back to the topic at hand.
"Well, what is the truth?" Sussy sat back down next to Matt.
"The truth can be relative," He said, lighting a cigarette and leaning back on the couch. "What is true for one person may not be true for another. Same with what's right and wrong."
"In a general sense what you guys are doing is wrong," Sussy curled up and got closer to Matt. "When you look at the specifics, you are not doing a bad thing. You've freeing me from my life with a man who just wants to control me. The way you got there was wrong but the intention was right." Matt was lost deep in thought for a while. He looked up at the ceiling and thought back on his life in general.
If this was his life, maybe he deserved to go to Hell. Whoever he was now was not a good person. However, simply the fact that he and Sussy have been debating what is morally justified about this action leads him to believe that this life wasn't the life he had originally. This was just another dream put together by the demons, or angels. He wondered who he was. Who was the real Matthew? Not whatever Matt this bank robber guy was.
"What are you thinking about." Sussy asked.
"Nothing." Matt snapped back and realised he'd been staring off into space right at the spot Sussy was sitting. She'd been drinking her coffee and fiddling with her fingers, but he hadn't noticed. He was lost in thought. The train of thought would be too complicated to explain to her. "In your few days of being this girl, are you noticing a lot of differences between what's normal for Hell versus what's normal here."
