"YOU UNDERSTAND?" He queries Sigma, just before the blood is gone from his lips. Bright red and human. Sigma sits straight, and pulls from himself the person what had been shown to him, in a vision of fear arenas past now. He sees that Sigma does indeed understand.
Zero. He almost forgot Sigma's other calling. His grin is cruel and approving. And those words, how apt they are. In all his reverence of those words, he did near forget their meaning, like one what breaks holy law and seeks then to undo their sin. Kurloz hears those words, eyes closing, breath leaving him. But the Highblood opens them again with that burning stare and grins.
"My hands," He drawls, "Are of your mother fucking color..."
He reaches out and places a cold hand upon Sigma's shoulder. "HE THANKS YOU, FOR YOUR WISDOM. Within the Carnival there will be deference paid to thee for your doing the holy work. IN GORE CLEANSED GLORY, WILL MUCH REJOICING BE MOTHERFUCKING HAD. You will be cast the finest stardust and most bitchin of brews." His hand lifts. He does not cut, but he is less careful with his claws than he has been in the past.
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Zero. He almost forgot Sigma's other calling. His grin is cruel and approving. And those words, how apt they are. In all his reverence of those words, he did near forget their meaning, like one what breaks holy law and seeks then to undo their sin. Kurloz hears those words, eyes closing, breath leaving him. But the Highblood opens them again with that burning stare and grins.
"My hands," He drawls, "Are of your mother fucking color..."
He reaches out and places a cold hand upon Sigma's shoulder. "HE THANKS YOU, FOR YOUR WISDOM. Within the Carnival there will be deference paid to thee for your doing the holy work. IN GORE CLEANSED GLORY, WILL MUCH REJOICING BE MOTHERFUCKING HAD. You will be cast the finest stardust and most bitchin of brews." His hand lifts. He does not cut, but he is less careful with his claws than he has been in the past.
"TELL HIM. Have we more to discuss of value?"