it's not your fault that you're always wrong
"If they did, maybe you ought to as well," Jack remarked, flashing a grin to the other man. "Gettin' stabbed is awful inconvenient. I do my best not to, a lot of the time." With varying degrees of success, it was true, but he was better at it than in his younger years. Gazing back out across the ocean alongside Sunjata, he raised an eyebrow as he spoke about his relationship with Safrin. Jack had heard that people had relationships with gods, of course, the Governor and his starfallen husband was evidence of that, but hells, it seemed common compared to his own experiences.
"A kiss from a goddess, huh? Someone's popular," he said. "And gifts, too? I've been prayin' at the wrong shrines." Which would be true, if he prayed at any shrines at all. "What's she like?"
"A kiss from a goddess, huh? Someone's popular," he said. "And gifts, too? I've been prayin' at the wrong shrines." Which would be true, if he prayed at any shrines at all. "What's she like?"
