You know. That's the wonderful thing about opinions. We all get to have them.
Some people's are just based on literary definitions and actually canon events. Some people's are based on misinformation, misunderstanding, and non-canon events being pushed to be canon for who knows what reason.
I know which one I am from taking several creative writing courses as a fine arts major where we were forced to tear apart authors and characters and work strictly on critical reading and writing skills.
You can decide which one you are by further looking into true neutral and morally grey character design and definition and getting back to me.
Joel thought of their last night together, spent cradling each otherβs bodies under the sheets in Jackson. How his skin had remembered the feel of hers the moment they touched, how his lips had recalled the roads they used to travel across her like an old hometown street. Though bathed in the tears of their sins and all they had lost, he had been reborn at the first kiss. He had a standing reservation in hell, but Joel could go knowing heβd felt the touch of an angel.