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“I 𝑎𝑚, aren’t I?” the deity coos, trailing across the wall to stand vastly beside the half mortal. It rests its chin on its hand, a sharp elbow digging into nothingness yet propping them up.
It trails Gabriel with its gaze, assessing him. It lasts only heartbeat.
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And how do you know that this isn’t just 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 of your role? How do you know that I’m not just stringing you along right now?
You don’t! I wouldn’t dwell on it.
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No, truth! Chaos is fun but only when it’s fun. Destruction is just lame. Like, why would you want to play in a wasteland where everyone just hides all the time? It’s boring.
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