Noctisardor Bypass shotgun shuts his cakehole

i don’t know. vex admits, feeling a bit like a broken record doomed to repeat the same phrase over and over. he doesn’t know what sos wants with him, or how or why they’re connected. he doesn’t know what sos expects and perhaps, more than anything, it’s what worries him the most. well, besides the fact that he was having his resolute skepticism about religion shaken to its very core ( but that was an issue for another day ).

i have a feelin’ that he’s not going to be very forward about …anything. and then, feebly, vex hangs onto the hope that maybe it was really just a whacked dream. there isn’t much gumption behind it but it’s a wisp that remains and desperately, he clings to it.

yeah? vex inquires at the mention of haunt making an offering to haunt. he jumps on the subject change quickly — anything to get the lumbering shadowgod off his mind. d’you feel different? is your hunting mojo on point? he asks, unsure how one really knows whether a god accepts or rejects offerings — though he can’t help but think it’d be mighty greedy and arrogant to reject something someone offers even if it’s small as if he was one to really judge ( he’s not ).

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