Well, you do live in Maurtia Falls, I imagine? Or at least travel here quite a bit. If you go for an early morning stroll, you're bound to find a body or two.
My official job back home is the sacred executioner for the Grail, head of the Samson Unit. We are a holy organization tasked with protecting the Christ child. I am in charge of finding false prophets and eliminating them. Nothing surprises me. Nothing phases me. Certainly not the arrival of the biblical Cain.
So where is it you stand? What is your whole purpose? You seem rather disenchanted with things in this world.
My purpose? I don't have one. Might have been God's purpose to have me keep the balance, once upon a time. Can't have good without evil. Keep the lambs cowering and obedient by throwing a few to the wolves.
Doesn't really work like that these days. God's been inattentive for too long. Let his flock run wild.
I do not disagree. So then, is it not time for someone to come along and rein in that flock? Is it not time for a messiah to restore order to this world?
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[ It's just typical Maurtia Falls... ]
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You don't seem to have an issue with cannibalism. Or murder. Why?
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So where is it you stand? What is your whole purpose? You seem rather disenchanted with things in this world.
[ ...or everything. In general. ]
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Doesn't really work like that these days. God's been inattentive for too long. Let his flock run wild.
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I am talking about Frederick Chilton.
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Going to grow his hair out and make him wear robes? Not really selling it as the Jesus type right now.
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[ Probably by a slim margin. BUT. ]
I like him. Are you confessing you do not?
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[ Starr smiles fondly at the memory. ]
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You're welcome for that wet dream. Don't rub it raw.
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