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‘I would have thought your pain would give you empathy.’ ‘Empathy? What’s that?’ Glokta winced as he rubbed at his aching leg. ‘It’s a sad fact, but pain only makes you sorry for yourself.’
‘If there is a God, He is a smarmy swindler and never to be trusted with anything of importance,’ muttered Temple.
‘Once they’ve killed me I’ll worry.’ Shivers tossed down his plate and leaned back on one elbow, his ruined face shifting further into the darkness. ‘A man can spend the time he’s given crapping his arse out over what might be, but where does it get you?’
He put a hand on Temple’s shoulder. A friendly, fatherly hand, but a frighteningly firm one, too. ‘Be careful with her. She ain’t as tough as she looks.’ ‘What about me? I don’t even look tough.’ ‘That’s true. But if Shy hurts you I won’t break her legs.’
The Inquisitor waited for silence. ‘Do you believe in anything?’ ‘Not if I can help it. Belief alone is nothing to be proud of, Inquisitor. Belief without evidence is the very hallmark of the savage.’
If there was a God, the world seemed exactly the way it would be if there wasn’t one.
