As an investigative journalist you're supposed to have a little insight. You're in a tunnel of light, sloping up. I think you'll be bored stiff up there. Strict no smoking zone, total alcohol ban, and unless you're into choral singing, there's not a lot to do. The voice broke into another of its wheezy, gasping laughs.
Humans like to simplify everything.
War or peace, man or woman, angel or demon. If only you'd learn to live in the grey zones, you'd all be so much happier. I'm not the devil. There is no devil. No, I bloody don't.