It's a futuristic modern world but things aren't what they seem
Someday you'd better wake up from this stupid fantasy
Someday you'd better wake up from this stupid fantasy
He’s an attentive pupil at the very least, personality aside. Had to get through nursing school somehow. So as Wessex begins plying him with information, seemingly satisfied with his performance, Bart commits each piece to memory and listens with a grim set to his jawline. “Aight, I can do that.” Pretty basic information gathering. Testing the waters of who knows who, same as he would dance around any other illegal trading.
As for Channeling, well. “I know of it,” he responds, scowling a little with discomfort at the idea. “Gonna be honest I don’t fancy meetin’ any of the gods ‘round here so frankly I ain’t tried it.” Isn't sure how since praying isn’t something he’s done since Nate died alone and withered in a hospital bed. After that, Bartholomew had vowed he’d never pray again. Prayers don’t get answered, even the ones you pour your heart and soul into.
As for Channeling, well. “I know of it,” he responds, scowling a little with discomfort at the idea. “Gonna be honest I don’t fancy meetin’ any of the gods ‘round here so frankly I ain’t tried it.” Isn't sure how since praying isn’t something he’s done since Nate died alone and withered in a hospital bed. After that, Bartholomew had vowed he’d never pray again. Prayers don’t get answered, even the ones you pour your heart and soul into.
Now they can make things worse for me
BARTHOLOMEW
