"Why do you think I was seriously considering asking Eric for that sort of overriding compulsion?" Weird asked cooly. "I am smart enough to know that the best way to prevent dangerous knowledge from causing serious trouble is to limit the supply. The fewer people that can do.....those....sorts of things, the better."
He suddenly looked dour.
"However, my own ability to contain my own actions has been....seriously compromised. It really did take all my willpower to NOT do something unspeakable to that little.....I mean... corai."
He sighed.
"I know that at one point, I would have had no trouble dealing with this. But now? I admit that I need some form of outside intervention. If Eric wasn't so damned obcessive about playing puppet master, I'd have gone to him for help already, while I'm still moral enough to willingly capitulate to having hooks put in my psyche, but now? Do I really trust that crazy fuck to NOT send me to work, clearing a magma chute with a trowel and a wooden bucket if I asked to be mind controlled? After Roead and I prevented him from doing any further experiments on living souls, and putting him in a terrible temper? I would have to be more than just foolish to do that. I would have to be ragingly, stupidly insane. So, unless you can do something to help me not turn into a raging sociopath, any further than I apparently already am, there's not a single thing I can do about it."
He shook his head tiredly.
"I'm trying my best to keep people FROM getting horribly slaughtered, even WITH a damaged moral center. If there was some way that I could just put the evil in a box and flush it down the crapper with the rest of my shit, rest assured, I'd jump on it. I........hate..... having impulses like these."