It's with the sort of slowness that mimics being in a heated sauna, or waking up from a nap, that the god regards Sunjata. It's easy and relaxing, like warm drips of honey. "I would have thought you'd have realized by now I'm not like the other heralds." They reply with a wide and sultry smile. "It was Safrin's...meddling you disliked so much, now wasn't it?" It asks, rhetorically, shrugging. "That was your mess pudding pop. You could have told Ronin to take one of his duplicates and fuck himself. Could have offered to do it yourself now that I think about it. I'm sure no one would mind." Their smile grows at the thought.
"But you put your foot in it all on your own. I'd be no better than Safrin if I just came running to scoop you out of your mess. That isn't the sort of coming I like to do."
"But you put your foot in it all on your own. I'd be no better than Safrin if I just came running to scoop you out of your mess. That isn't the sort of coming I like to do."
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