The Misfit begins by shifting his stance slightly on the factuality of Jesus’ actions. Namely, in the past he had been rather cynical about the event, as if without any proof of it existence he was free to do as he pleased. However, he now seems to accept the fact that he was not there to see Jesus raise the dead, but does not dismiss it as impossible: “I wasn’t there so I can’t say He didn’t” (14).
Next, the Misfit comes to a strange realization: he wishes he could have been there, because if he had he “wouldn’t be like [he is] now” (14). It is as if the Misfit is becoming aware of the man he could have been as he speaks, and more importantly, he appears to desire the different life. The realization hits the reader awkwardly, coming across as out of place and unexpected. This sudden emotional response mimics that of the grandmother, who is able to sense the Misfit’s sudden vulnerability and use it to her advantage. At this moment, the grandmother does something unprecedented: she reaches out to the killer and calls him “one of my babies . . . one of my own children”