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[ from here. ]

Sounds easy enough. I can do that.

[ 50% sarcasm, 50% sincerity—well, maybe 40% sarcasm. he's got the experience to back him up, now. ]

But yeah, sorry to break it to you but you're not allowed to die anyway. I got special orders.

[ not that she's not a teeny bit grateful for the idea that he won't leave her to die, but - ]

"Special orders"? From who?

Me. What I say goes.

This isn't the first time I've had to throw down with a god. Just ask my daughter, Cheryl. The last one who screwed with us ended up getting his ass kicked to next Tuesday. I mean, there's stupid, and then there's what this guy looked like after I got finished with him.

So. Yeah. I'm kind of an authority on the subject.

[ kind of. not really. not at all. but if there's one thing he's learned to be good at as a dad, it's playing the part of superman. ]

Edited 2025-06-08 04:59 (UTC)

[ she knows some of what happened with cheryl - being in midwich gave her a special sense of dread, after all, and nobody around the fire ever stops talking - but hearing it outright almost shocks her. and said so casually, too. ]

If you could destroy it, it wasn't a god. A desperate upstart creature looking for power. Strong enough to delude and control a handful of people. True gods cannot be killed.

The Black Vale has existed for thousands of years in one form or another. The Talon has existed longer than any of us can comprehend. You can stand in its way, but the inevitability of everything will crush you in the end. You and all of us.