He's still for a moment as all it settles in. Then finally he laughs, with just a note of relief on that breath, as well as a fond exasperation.
"SHE MOTHERFUCKING WOULD MAKE TO JOKE ON SUCH THINGS. For all atheism she sure does fancy toeing the motherfucking lines," He says, with a shake of his head.
His head tilts as Albert's tone goes unhappy. "YOUR LOT AIN'T SO BAD," He says, suddenly, as though to reassure. "Not all bad is your lot. IN GANDERING TO US NOWLIKE. Shit like playing wouldn't be happening as you do. WE'D BE PLAYING SWEET TUNE OF DYING SYMPHONY AND NOT MORE. Arenas is tame comparitive sometimes. BETRAYAL IS JUST HOW AS TROLLS DO. Madness is the motherfucking melody what all comes of voodoo's song. EVERY INDIGO IS MAD. Every troll is a betrayer. EVERY MOTHERFUCKING MOTHERFUCKER GETS TO KILL THE HOLY MOTHERFUCK OUT OF EACH OTHER."
He realizes he's rambling again and so he cuts himself off to conclude with that same attempt on reassurance. "Your lot ain't like that whole," He says, "not even when you try to be.
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"SHE MOTHERFUCKING WOULD MAKE TO JOKE ON SUCH THINGS. For all atheism she sure does fancy toeing the motherfucking lines," He says, with a shake of his head.
His head tilts as Albert's tone goes unhappy. "YOUR LOT AIN'T SO BAD," He says, suddenly, as though to reassure. "Not all bad is your lot. IN GANDERING TO US NOWLIKE. Shit like playing wouldn't be happening as you do. WE'D BE PLAYING SWEET TUNE OF DYING SYMPHONY AND NOT MORE. Arenas is tame comparitive sometimes. BETRAYAL IS JUST HOW AS TROLLS DO. Madness is the motherfucking melody what all comes of voodoo's song. EVERY INDIGO IS MAD. Every troll is a betrayer. EVERY MOTHERFUCKING MOTHERFUCKER GETS TO KILL THE HOLY MOTHERFUCK OUT OF EACH OTHER."
He realizes he's rambling again and so he cuts himself off to conclude with that same attempt on reassurance. "Your lot ain't like that whole," He says, "not even when you try to be.