"Thanks; that does sound better." She made a face. Moral-wise, she could try to stop him, but he could literally control her actions. "Is there a reason you want me to witness this, again?"
"Hmm…" Marik couldn’t remember. He remembered he was tired, and that Mariku was giving him nightmares, and a Ghoul was giving Donne coffee…and someone was going in the iron maiden. It all fit together, somehow. If old Marik wanted to show Donne the iron maiden, new Marik wanted to show her as well. It made sense. Kind of. "I am unsure. As for morality, it will either be a Ghoul or an anon. Hardly the pinnacles of excellence. Of society."
"I think it’d be your fault if a Ghoul was poor or forgettable or whatever you’d consider scum." She shrugged. "And anons don’t really feel pain in the same way a person does, I think. But at the same time, they could be anybody. Literally anyone you know hiding behind a mask. You sure you want to go through with this?"