[ this girl. he can never get a read on her. they stride down the hallway, and he purses his lips, features hard and seemingly constipated. ]

Yeah, but what were you carving? [ a sigh. ] This have to do with those Gods Daan told me about?

[ not that he knew a lot, but he knew just enough to gauge that their world was... remarkably fucked up. ]

Need to be more careful, by the way. They could seriously get your ass next time.