"Life is bloodshed," He returns, amused at what he sees as naive. "A MOTHERFUCKER WHAT GOES WITHOUT DON'T SURVIVE. But tell, what does a blue one think at to fit in place?" He takes the bait, finding no reason not to. Jay thinks he can impress him? Good then. Let him go on and impress.

"GODS OF MIRACLES," He corrects. "Gods of the Dark Carnival. AND DEATH TOO, BELONGS TO BOTH. Had no choice over who was and was not to join in a game. IT MATTERS MOTHERFUCKING NOT."