[He's fully aware he's treading on paper-thin ice here but the Chosen seems to be in a masochistic mood this evening.]
Pretty sure the last four thousand years counts as one.
[Low blow. Low blow and he's certain he'll be punished for it but that doesn't make it not true. Mithos, for as long as he's lived, still keeps the mentality of that kid who's mad at the world for being how it is. The only problem is that kid now has enough power to bend that world around his little finger. But not here. Not here and if it was to be believed he wouldn't remember anything when they finally returned either, so fine. Why not actually speak his mind for once?
He just hopes he won't end up looking at his own intestines spilled out on the pavement, but death has little meaning when it's not permanent.]
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Pretty sure the last four thousand years counts as one.
[Low blow. Low blow and he's certain he'll be punished for it but that doesn't make it not true. Mithos, for as long as he's lived, still keeps the mentality of that kid who's mad at the world for being how it is. The only problem is that kid now has enough power to bend that world around his little finger. But not here. Not here and if it was to be believed he wouldn't remember anything when they finally returned either, so fine. Why not actually speak his mind for once?
He just hopes he won't end up looking at his own intestines spilled out on the pavement, but death has little meaning when it's not permanent.]