[Yeah. Yeah, Fiddleford can't argue that. He also can't bring himself to really be mad about it. How could he? He's the man who started a cult, found out what that cult did and how horrible it was for everyone involved, and still stuck with the fourth god for over a year. Still insisted that was different. That it was better. And look at him now, officially throwing his lot in with the Haze. He feels like it's different. He wants to believe it is. He still expects the other shoe to drop at any second.]

Sweetheart.

[He raises one hand to cup Marco's cheek.]

I don't want to kick you while you're down. Don't got legs to kick you with anyway. [Haha. It's joke.] ...You really thought I was goin' to kick you out?