it's a beautiful lie
There is nothing about the proceedings that Neron wants to be a part of, and as a sliver of flesh lands at their feet, his lip curls in a way that can only be involuntary, since he can neither smell nor feel nauseated any longer. "I could encase the place in ice. The creature will merely fall asleep and never wake up." And I don't ever want to see the inside of that hovel properly, he wants to add, but instead he settles on glancing at Morgan for the final verdict.
"Nothing good can come from further conversation. Whatever they are and whoever they used to be, they are quite mad now. But if you want to search the premises, I will happily guard the door." Do you still feel against a god's presence here, he wants to ask. Because if this is what they have to look forward to, it's going to be a long day, and it's going to take multiple trips.
"Nothing good can come from further conversation. Whatever they are and whoever they used to be, they are quite mad now. But if you want to search the premises, I will happily guard the door." Do you still feel against a god's presence here, he wants to ask. Because if this is what they have to look forward to, it's going to be a long day, and it's going to take multiple trips.
it's a perfect denial
such a beautiful lie to believe in
NERON
