[Well, she definitely agreed Suits needed to get the stick out his ass. Sure, he was skilled- shockingly so, but honestly, the man's showmanship was the worst she'd ever seen. But that was beside the point-]
Reaper stories are fer the old 'n the young, so I'll kindly ask ye stop tryin' to play me for somethin' that don' even exist.
[Reaping, rather, believing in it, implied a certain belief in the afterlife, or at least, the estancia of the soul. And Beast had abandoned all such belief years ago. Belief in some magnanimous god, in a Heaven, in Hell...
They'd lived in Hell. It was called East End, in a filthy alley off Old Nichol. They were still living in a form of it, and salvation was a dream of "over the hill".
As for this man though- even out she didn't know why he'd bother trying such a tall tale on her, she knew what she did and did not believe in. (Didn't she?)]
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Reaper stories are fer the old 'n the young, so I'll kindly ask ye stop tryin' to play me for somethin' that don' even exist.
[Reaping, rather, believing in it, implied a certain belief in the afterlife, or at least, the estancia of the soul. And Beast had abandoned all such belief years ago. Belief in some magnanimous god, in a Heaven, in Hell...
They'd lived in Hell. It was called East End, in a filthy alley off Old Nichol. They were still living in a form of it, and salvation was a dream of "over the hill".
As for this man though- even out she didn't know why he'd bother trying such a tall tale on her, she knew what she did and did not believe in. (Didn't she?)]
I wouldn'. If that'd be all, then-