I wondered if we could exist without the darkness that lies within the hearts of the reasoning races. Are we a source of evil? Or are we the result, a physical manifestation of the rot that permeates the hearts of us all?
The latter, I believed. It is not coincidental that demons and devils cannot walk the material plane of existence without being brought here by actions of one of the reasoning beings. They are no more than a tool, he knew, an instrument to carry out the wicked deeds in service to the truer source of that evil.

The only errors it can learn to correct are those of errant attempts at manipulation, as it seeks to better grab at the hearts of those around it.
I woke up again. We had to do this. It was our fate. And whatever it would take, we would accomplish our eternal existence that even borders on goodness.

We could show it again.