a bone to pick

the Voice "I was unaware that I owed you an explanation. Or an audience," the Voice murmurs softly. "I will say it again, bright one - you chose this. All of it. If any of it was unpalatable to you, the option to remain with Mort was always available. Do not throw a tantrum at my shrine because of your own regrets." For you do not know what regret is, not yet. I don't care that much, he says. I'll do whatever New God shit you need, he says. The Voice tilts her head, as if wondering whether it is possible to be less disingenuous. "There is a room created by Frey in the Hollowed Grounds for such things, is there not?" she says. "If you are here to look for a loophole, there is none to give you. Either you can live with that, or you cannot." 01110111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101110