in space the stars are no nearer; just glitters, like a morgue
Gesturing as if to tell him see? exactly as Tal admits an agreement, however hesitant or reluctant it might be, Danta turns victoriously back to his drink and draws a few patterns on the condensation of his glass. And he drawls an "Oh, come on now," as the courier continues, flashing an amused and fanged smile his way as if he's arguing a point that Danta has long come to terms with.
"Even chaos needs a roof over its head," he points out. "For me at least, there's no point splitting hairs over things all people need, especially if you can satisfy Dygra in other ways." He doesn't think his lady goddess would begrudge a few souls their creature comforts in their pursuit of serving her higher purpose, anyway. "But I'm sure some people do feel the way you've mentioned. You probably don't want to run into them on a dark night."
"Even chaos needs a roof over its head," he points out. "For me at least, there's no point splitting hairs over things all people need, especially if you can satisfy Dygra in other ways." He doesn't think his lady goddess would begrudge a few souls their creature comforts in their pursuit of serving her higher purpose, anyway. "But I'm sure some people do feel the way you've mentioned. You probably don't want to run into them on a dark night."
Dantalion
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
