[ His patience might be a smidge stronger than people give him credit for, given that he doesn't raise his voice. But, John, you are being baited by both yourself and them. Stop it.
John, what are you doing.
John, what are you saying.
John, for fuck's sake. ]
Right. And what would you be, without the crowds of adoring mortals that you lot bless with the privilege of fawning over you?
[ He leans away, arms folded, legs stuck out beneath the table, trying to create some sort of comfort for himself in the middle of his own internal shitstorm. There's only a just noticeable tremor when he speaks again, muttering: ]
I've done wrong by a lot of folks. Most of 'em I've ever met, actually. But letting people in, getting them to give a shit when I know I'm about to check out? That ain't something even I could do.
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John, what are you doing.
John, what are you saying.
John, for fuck's sake. ]
Right. And what would you be, without the crowds of adoring mortals that you lot bless with the privilege of fawning over you?
[ He leans away, arms folded, legs stuck out beneath the table, trying to create some sort of comfort for himself in the middle of his own internal shitstorm. There's only a just noticeable tremor when he speaks again, muttering: ]
I've done wrong by a lot of folks. Most of 'em I've ever met, actually. But letting people in, getting them to give a shit when I know I'm about to check out? That ain't something even I could do.