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[mrmom]

Why am I here?

[...]

No, really, I want to know. Why the hell am I here?

I get it, you've got a soft-spot for the cute, bumbling boy with a baseball bat, but do you seriously think I'm going to last long? I gotta say, I'm kind of skeptical here. You barely even liked me first season until the last episode and yeah, I put on the charm but come on.

We're not even anywhere near the season three premiere date. You have no excuse, and yet, here I sit.

...Hel-lo, are you receiving me? Hey! What, you're just gonna leave me here on my own? Christ.

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[bloodforged]

You'll have more luck convincing the gods, puer.

[mrmom]

[Steve doesn’t understand that on so many levels, the least of which is the lack of Latin (look his SAT score...wasn’t the best).]

Kind of feels like the gods have abandoned me most days, man.

[bloodforged]

[Puer = boy. Germanic would probably make less sense to Steve than Latin.]

Don't I know that feeling. You know what I say to that? Fuck the gods. Be your own champion.

[mrmom]

[Steve barely understands English at the best of times (Dustin told him he was a barfmonger the other day, the fuck?)]

Fair enough. What's that saying? Hell's empty, 'cause all the devils are here?

[bloodforged]

I don't know what "hell" nor "devils" are. But I suppose we're speaking of similar things.

[mrmom]

Not Christian then? [Or anything that falls under that umbrella. They have a synagogue at the edge of town but aside from that, Hawkins is pretty one-note.] Yeah, pretty much.

[bloodforged]

I was "indoctrinated" into the Roman faith after Rome's conquest of Germany. I place little faith into them however. Alas, the gods have favored me in many things. So perhaps.

[mrmom]

...right. [Okay. Steve can roll with that. Right? Right. Gods, plural. Sure.] With the stuff I've seen, you gotta wonder if there's anything up there at all.

[bloodforged]

I've yet to see Jupiter strike down against our enemies or Mars running into battle. If the gods do exist, they keep to themselves. [He's silent for a bit.] Alas, I've survived things that should kill a man. Someone must have looked after me in my time of need.

[mrmom]

[Yeah, they definitely do. Letting inter-dimensional demon monsters run amok in sleepy Hawkins? Rude.]

Some might say that you did that, on your own.

[bloodforged]

Spartacus would.

[mrmom]

...Spartacus? [The name strikes a familiar chord, though for the life of him Steve can't suss out exactly why.]

[bloodforged]

An old friend, brother and commander of mine. His mind was brilliant and he always saw a good way out.