[ WP ] That secret you said you 'd take to your grave ? Now you 've met your maker , and they are asking you to explain yourself

( My first time doing this. Nervous as shit. Please be easy on me haha ) 
 
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 `` Okay, look,'' He started. Immediately all the trappings of his old life fell back into place; he wrung his hands together and pulled at the silver band on his left hand. On and off, on and off. `` Look here, I can explain.'' 
 
 The light said and did nothing, and immediately Saul knew that his approach would n't work. What had so easily passed as penitent and embarrassed in his former life no longer held here. Still, he could n't bring himself to drop the pretense. Even now he felt shame in his stomach as he caught its gaze ( if it even had one ) dead on. Eye contact: the first rule to seeming sincere, even if you were n't. 
 
 `` I was, what, fourteen?'' He gave a nervous laugh. `` And besides, I got my comeuppance in college. I barely made it out alive. A lot of people make mistakes.'' 
 
 No response. He felt a searing heat on the back of his neck. His imagination took a turn for the dark and Saul imagined a hot brand dropping own onto him to label him as a liar, or maybe a great flaming sword lowering to cut off his head. The ring slid on and off his knuckle even faster. `` I know what I did was wrong. I spent another sixty years avoiding my sister, okay? What do you do after you do something like that?'Sorry, was just working out some sexual things, glad you could help'? She was fucking six.'' 
 
 The light said nothing still. Saul teetered into anger at the lack of response. `` What the hell did you want me to do?! I fucked her up and I thought the best thing to do was leave her alone!'' 
 
 A flicker. The light dimmed until he found himself in darkness once more; gasping at the sudden cold, Saul staggered forward, reaching for the presence he knew was no longer there. `` God?'' 
 
 A chill passed through the infinite black.
