This is very rough. Some context: Jon's wife and daughter just died. He's found a way to look in on some fantastical world and now he wants to go there.
By some as-yet unexplained way, he's found the ability to negotiate with some form of gatekeepers.
"She's gone," Jon said, not meaning his wife. "They're both gone. I don't want to be here, any more."
"You could join us," the male voice said, doubtful.
"But you will not," said the female. "The price is far too high."
"What is the price? How can you know I will not pay?"
"Redemption is the price, Jon. You must atone for all you have done in your life."
"Come to terms." They were alternating sentences, each speaking in one ear only. It was making Jon dizzy, just listening to them.
"Others have accepted the burden before, but none have borne the strain."
"The strain?" Jon was getting impatient to be on with it.
"The guilt. No one is pure."
"When confronted with the naked truth of the things they have done, all have turned away - closed their eyes to the truth."
"In doing so, they were spared the pain."
"In doing so, they were spared the guilt."
"In doing so, they died."
Jon swallowed. He only half-believed this whole thing was happening, but if it was real, it was a guarantee that he'd get to leave his life behind. Either for the Other, or for the afterlife. It was truly a case of having nothing to lose.
"I'll do it," Jon said. "I have no regrets, so this should be simple. What do I do?"
"It is simple."
"It is not easy."
"Do not turn away."
"Do not close your eyes to the truth."
And then it started.