Alright, that's something, at least. [Jason smooths the side of his hair, sighing, eyes beady and tightened on Marco.
He lets out a long breath through his teeth, not believing Marco, not really. But then again, Quentin finished his semester at school before he killed himself, didn't he? Even cleaned his laundry the afternoon before he drowned himself, as if the river was just another appointment in a mundane day.]
Look, just- it's not like I care, but if you start getting any delusions or anything or any impulses to do something, I mean- just don't, alright? I don't want that sitting on my conscience. I've done well enough keeping things off it up until now. I don't want it getting saddled down because you've been sucking at the Fourth God's teat.
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He lets out a long breath through his teeth, not believing Marco, not really. But then again, Quentin finished his semester at school before he killed himself, didn't he? Even cleaned his laundry the afternoon before he drowned himself, as if the river was just another appointment in a mundane day.]
Look, just- it's not like I care, but if you start getting any delusions or anything or any impulses to do something, I mean- just don't, alright? I don't want that sitting on my conscience. I've done well enough keeping things off it up until now. I don't want it getting saddled down because you've been sucking at the Fourth God's teat.