"Yes, because giving me popcorn while you're kicking me in the face just make it all better," he says, his words dripping with sarcasm. "But sorry, but I'm not going to buy that your buddy Devil was all nice and innocent and blameless in this scenario. He's the one who decided that the Travellers needed pain."
Not that he wouldn't have more than a few questions for Death as well. But since Death wasn't the one standing in from of them right now, those would have to come later.
"But do you know why we blame all of you? It's not because you're all identical. You're not, because some of you definitely manage to reach heights of suck far beyond and above the others. It's because every single one of you is playing this game in the first place. Every one of you is using us as your soldiers in your war of ideas. And you know, I'd be very, very surprised if there's even any real need for this war in the first place beyond the fact that you just want to have it."
"How else can we get them back?" she screams at him. "Do you know why we started this round? It's because one of our own was murdered, the kind you can't come back from, and the only way to get them back is to play Synodiporia to the end. We need the World. We need it to make ourselves whole again. But what do you care? You're probably glad we've lost them, we've lost all of them, you're probably proud of what you all did to Hoshiko. Get out of my Conversation Space. Now."
And Matthew will find himself dumped unceremoniously back into liminal space, waist deep in oobleck.
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Not that he wouldn't have more than a few questions for Death as well. But since Death wasn't the one standing in from of them right now, those would have to come later.
"But do you know why we blame all of you? It's not because you're all identical. You're not, because some of you definitely manage to reach heights of suck far beyond and above the others. It's because every single one of you is playing this game in the first place. Every one of you is using us as your soldiers in your war of ideas. And you know, I'd be very, very surprised if there's even any real need for this war in the first place beyond the fact that you just want to have it."
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And Matthew will find himself dumped unceremoniously back into liminal space, waist deep in oobleck.