I don't really know when I developed my conscience. I've been a pretty horrible person at various times in my life - I still am, though I regret it acutely and try to avoid it. But then, I'll also engage in very self-serving actions if it suits me, as long as they don't hurt anybody else. I lie whenever it's convenient for me. I've stolen things before (many years ago, due to peer pressure), and I only didn't want to because I didn't want to get caught. I can find it very difficult to empathise with other peoples problems, and sometimes I just can't. I know how to say the right words, I know how to comfort people, and I do it because I should, but I often feel nothing about it. Sometimes I think that I just know how good people should act, and I act that way because I know, intellectually, that it is ethically good, rather than feeling anything for it. But sometimes I do feel things. I don't know.
Oh wow. Nice melodrama. Sorry about that.