Zeph
If Gideon hoped to unsettle you with his final little burn, he is in for a world of disappointment. Quite frankly, you couldn't give less of a shit what the gods think of you, and would prefer they not think of you at all. You're preparing to retort as much, in fact, but before you can get the words out the man just up and disappears, leaving you with an empty seat and a throng of half-drunk and angry bar patrons.
Fucking coward.
You blink dumbly for a moment, then sigh and run your fingers through your hair. "Well, then." Glancing about your equally bewildered compatriots, rise up with a soft groan before putting on a grin and raising your glass. "Ain't no room for zealots in Torchline!" you announce to the throng, and after a moment a roar of agreement rises up, glasses raised in turn.
The rest of the evening is spent laughing and drifting from person to person, but under the calm facade you're troubled. You've heard whispers of bad shit to come; you just never thought it would come here.
{fin}
Fucking coward.
You blink dumbly for a moment, then sigh and run your fingers through your hair. "Well, then." Glancing about your equally bewildered compatriots, rise up with a soft groan before putting on a grin and raising your glass. "Ain't no room for zealots in Torchline!" you announce to the throng, and after a moment a roar of agreement rises up, glasses raised in turn.
The rest of the evening is spent laughing and drifting from person to person, but under the calm facade you're troubled. You've heard whispers of bad shit to come; you just never thought it would come here.
{fin}
you're not a bad person
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
