On possibly being sent to a game

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

I might go, operative word being might. Don't get your hopes too far up, even in dire circumstances I will not beg. Not for hospitality, and certainly not for [shudder] sanctuary.

Fuck you for thinking that.

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[impure_tale]

There is no God.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

I like an enlightened man.

[impure_tale]

I like to be an enlightened man.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Then we'll get along just fine, won't we?

[impure_tale]

With company as pretty as yours, I don't see how I shouldn't, at least.

[sauntervaguelydownwards]

Flattery and everything. You're a man after my own heart.