something I've learned in life the hard way, from working for people I rather I hadn't, is that no sale to the devil is final. you can double cross that son of a nutcracker, you can still switch sides. it might hurt like hell and maybe nobody will forgive you on earth if everything's really that far gone, but it's still worth it, you will still die with the pain or the satisfaction of the sum total of what you did. it's always worth the pain to do the right thing. it's really going down and none of the harms are hypothetical. you're either with the mass murdering genociders, or you're not. there's nobody on the planet to turn yourself in to since the law of man doesn't agree with right and wrong anymore, but you can admit it to whatever power you look up to or if you don't have one, yourself. you can start a fire in the damned warehouse right now. don't wait anymore. it's all fucked, there's no moral grey area. no creature comfort is worth this. they're torching kids alive in the holy land. they're black bagging working men and women who just came here to try to help their kids. they're raping and murdering. don't go with it, it's not subtle or complicated.