[ He listens and nods along, quipping here and there where appropriate and where she leaves space as she lets out her thoughts. ]
...We've had that conversation before, I think. That the people here are all good, overall. Almost to the point of it feeling strange for how consistent everyone seems to be -- it wouldn't have been surprising to see more people splinter, reveal darker hands, turn to nihilism when hope stops working... but there's always someone with a little bit to spare, just enough to keep the rest going.
Pestilence granted me a few seeds when I requested them for a crutch. Painkillers too. I thought it would be a nice substitute for a memorial to plant them in the church given what you said. Just felt significant.
[ My fucking church investigation help. Truly he really was just in his double-monster possessed brain being total soup and a total bastard on it being useless on purpose, but his appreciation for seeing the sunflowers growing well was real. A little twisted, but real.
As for caving in... well. Frankly he already did that -- that was Thursday after the crushing weight of everything that was that week, culminating in his mental snap after killing Izutsumi, drawing that ugly sigil even though he knew it wouldn't work, but it was his last fight before he let the darkness finally take him. Dragged out of it now for the time-being thanks to the execution and the quieting of the monster, but he knows some things just can't be taken back. ]
Mr. Boothill told me you asked him for one. Charmed, Ms. Gainsborough. You remembered. Maybe next time you'll let me make you one myself?
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...We've had that conversation before, I think. That the people here are all good, overall. Almost to the point of it feeling strange for how consistent everyone seems to be -- it wouldn't have been surprising to see more people splinter, reveal darker hands, turn to nihilism when hope stops working... but there's always someone with a little bit to spare, just enough to keep the rest going.
Pestilence granted me a few seeds when I requested them for a crutch. Painkillers too. I thought it would be a nice substitute for a memorial to plant them in the church given what you said. Just felt significant.
[ My fucking church investigation help. Truly he really was just in his double-monster possessed brain being total soup and a total bastard on it being useless on purpose, but his appreciation for seeing the sunflowers growing well was real. A little twisted, but real.
As for caving in... well. Frankly he already did that -- that was Thursday after the crushing weight of everything that was that week, culminating in his mental snap after killing Izutsumi, drawing that ugly sigil even though he knew it wouldn't work, but it was his last fight before he let the darkness finally take him. Dragged out of it now for the time-being thanks to the execution and the quieting of the monster, but he knows some things just can't be taken back. ]
Mr. Boothill told me you asked him for one. Charmed, Ms. Gainsborough. You remembered. Maybe next time you'll let me make you one myself?