He makes a soft acknowledging noise at Citra's question.
"Somewhere along the line, that gets normal," he admits. It's strange to admit, perhaps, but it's true. Just like it gets somewhat normal to be the only (or near only) immortal in a sea of mortals.
"Just like being a scythe got normal. Didn't it?"
Being treated differently. Being the only one with immunity, with ability, in a sea of people who moved like sheep through their lives.
"Until... weird things happen." Like Goddard. Like them being pitted against each other. Like her skirting the rules so beautifully, so masterfully. And him choosing the path that he did.
"But in this case, it's... okay." He sighs and gives her another look, brows arched in emphasis. Believe him, Citra, because he's not playing with you. Promise.
"On New Year's Eve? The gingerbread cookies came to life and tried to kill everyone."
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Date: 2019-04-08 10:28 pm (UTC)From:"Somewhere along the line, that gets normal," he admits. It's strange to admit, perhaps, but it's true. Just like it gets somewhat normal to be the only (or near only) immortal in a sea of mortals.
"Just like being a scythe got normal. Didn't it?"
Being treated differently. Being the only one with immunity, with ability, in a sea of people who moved like sheep through their lives.
"Until... weird things happen." Like Goddard. Like them being pitted against each other. Like her skirting the rules so beautifully, so masterfully. And him choosing the path that he did.
"But in this case, it's... okay." He sighs and gives her another look, brows arched in emphasis. Believe him, Citra, because he's not playing with you. Promise.
"On New Year's Eve? The gingerbread cookies came to life and tried to kill everyone."