[This was not a hard concept to understand. Marco was obviously a poor choice in getting what he needed out of this. And he'd only said it to bully him at first. He didn't think Josuke would actually abandon him despite signing a contract. And now he was left with... this.]
I am not living every day as a monster. I refuse. This is not a fate I am willing accepting and I will fight it every step of the way if I have to. I am fortunate enough to have become a monster that doesn't need to eat and has easily removable parts. There is no reason not to take advantage of this and live as normally as possible. Everyone here accepts what's happened to them. I will not. I will one day return to Morioh and I will be able to slip right back into my regular life with a crystal clear conscious. Josuke and Kishibe Rohan... after everything they've done here will never be able to do the same. The consumption of humans and all the eternal sins that they've become absorbed in will eventually cause their lives to collapse on top of them. But that won't be me. I will live on, as I always do, and continue my life uninterrupted. I did not become a monster here. That is what I will say as I watch them die...
[As he's done so many times before, Marco listens to Kira in a quasi-horrified silence. He needs help, Marco tells himself. There's something chilling about his words, no doubt, about his steadfast refusal to be a monster despite apparently being used to taking women's severed hands out on dates, but... shouldn't that give Marco hope? What if it's a sign he knows something is wrong? What if he just doesn't know he wants help yet - or rather, what if he just doesn't understand that the kind of help he needs isn't a back-alley surgery?
He takes a deep breath, forces his voice steady. When he speaks, his words have an unintentional, almost singsong quality to them.]
Kira, listen. It's not your looks that make you a monster. I'm fully willing to help you keep your humanity - believe me, that's what I want for myself and for everyone I love too - but not by chopping off body parts.
If I removed my own fins, that wouldn't bring back all the people I've drowned. If you keep cutting off your... I don't know, your spikes... [He hesitates. This is a risky statement.] ... that isn't going to stop your hunger.
Hunger. [He repeats the word with distaste. Disgust even.] Please, do not compare me to the likes of you and all the rest. There is no need for me to dine on the human flesh and devour corpses. As I have already stated, I was incredibly lucky and received a monster that does not need to feed. I eat like a normal human. Three square meals every day that I make myself. Cows and sheep... and whatever else is at the market. I live contently. I do not bear the weight of one of the larger more vile sins that you all do.
While i am aware that some Goblins eat people, I recently brought Lucius Malfoy a human to eat. I have it on very good authority that I do not need to bother myself with such vile behavior.
[He speaks with an air of smugness, deeming himself better than nearly everyone here. And that's because he believes it. Unbeknownst to him, he is actually and irrefutably starving, nearly to death. He can feel it too. The never ending ache deep in his core. He believes it to be something else entirely, something to do with the changes. And despite how crippling it can be or how it swings his mood into something foul, he believes without a shadow of a doubt that he is just fine.]
No, hunger has nothing to do with this. I need to look human. Otherwise everything they ever said will be true.[He can hear the whispers crystal clear. And he always could. Monster. We've raised a monster. He won't let it be true. He can't help that killing is in his nature but he will not look the part and allow everything they ever hissed behind nearly closed doors be true.] Now, if that makes sense let's move past this and talk details.
[It's only now that Marco realises what Kira actually meant when he said he'd turned into a monster that didn't need to eat.] Oh god...
[He reaches out to grab Kira's shoulders, but stops just short, as it occurs to him that the man would absolutely not like that. Now his hands are just sort of... hovering there.]
Kira, no. [He shakes his head.] You don't understand. You don't need to eat human flesh, but you need-- What do goblins eat? Energy, I think? You need energy. I don't know if you have to kill people for it, but you have to take it from them. Please... Just believe me. Just listen to me on this. Those spikes are the least of your problems.
[Kira takes a step back all the same at the prospect of contact. No. Don't do that. He also has no idea what Marco is talking about. Energy? Isn't that what food is? Why is he being like this?]
You're not listening to me and focusing on trivial matters. I am eating. Three meals. Every day. I make them myself. That provides energy. This is not a hard concept to understand. I know you're not looking forward to the prospect of surgery but I do need you to focus on the important matters at hand. [He waves the contract at the other.] This. We need to talk about this. The spikes and wings. That is the source of all my problems. Nothing else.
[This time, Marco barely lets Kira finish. He snatches the contract away from him roughly, crumpling up the paper.] No! I mean human energy! That you get from humans! Three meals a day aren't going to do anything for you, you're just going to keep eating and keep wondering why you're still hungry until you have the body of someone you didn't mean to kill in your arms!
My gills - [He frantically slaps his neck with his free hand.] - aren't the problem. They're not making me kill people and take their nicest belongings over and over and over again.
[He stops to breathe, then notices the contract in his hand, in rather poor shape. After hesitating for a moment, he tries to straighten it back up.]
[There are points being made here. Probably interesting ones but it's only one detail that he expresses any interest in pursuing.]
You take the belongings of people you kill? Did I hear that correctly.
[Oh. Oh ho~ And here it is. Since he arrived here and learned what everyone is like he'd come to understand that everyone here was a killer, much like himself. But no. They cry and cry and claim it's not the same at all. Their killing is more noble than his own. So many voices trying to deny what they really are.
They're all lying to themselves. Everyone here was the same as him. And now he had such a nice tidbit of information that all but proved the point he'd been trying too make to everyone in this little hell they were sent to.]
I would say... in my expert opinion... that that's a very serial killer like trait you've just admitted to. Taking something of someone's... something that is theirs and not yours. Keeping it. Hoarding it. Trinkets. Hands... it's not so different is it? When you really put it into perspective... you're just like me.
[He can't even be mad about the contract, though it does irk him deeply, this is far more interesting and worthwhile. This is information he intends to keep and use whenever necessary.]
I know! [In that moment, he rips the contract in half. It might not be entirely clear if he's doing it out of anger, though; mad as he might sound, there is an unmistakable shade of despair in his voice as well.]
She did this to me. S-She-- I was a killer before but she's made it much, much worse, trying to... to prove a point, to lead me astray or punish me or drive me to Hell. Either or. I try and I try and I try but every time, every time, it's too easy to lure them in and do it. And the water-- I need water, I can't live without it, not like a human but like a fish-- Because... Because she...
[He crumples one half of the contract back up and throws it on the floor, taking his now free hand to his head. His fingers dig into his hair.]
She's changed my mind so much. S-So deeply. Changing my thoughts and putting these instincts in... A-And as hard as I try and as hard as the Fourth God tries, she's too powerful. She's so powerful...
[He's silent for a moment before adding, quiet and almost pleading:] Imagine what she could do to you.
[This... This is not the reaction he expected but the one you hope to achieve when saying such things. When he talks no one reacts the way he intends. He was ready for anger and being told he was a liar and had no idea what he was talking about.
Acceptance is a strange change of pace. He's not even sure it feels good. It's a rather abysmal sight to look upon.
He does listen though. This Fog Witch... The few he knows fairly well hate her. And it seems that maybe those under the Fourth suffer the most. He has no doubt he will eventually suffer too. Especially when he's worked so hard in undoing her work.
Marco raises a good question... What will happen to him? Amplifying his killing nature would not be an issue for him. He doesn't think so... You have to regret killing as this man appear to, and he does not. He's sure there will be something.
A kind of madness maybe... For while he doesn't mind killing he does try to keep himself a respectable and refined person. Being seen as anything seen as anything else is problematic. It'd be humiliating.
Eating people will eventually make you crazy. Not doing so will do the same. There is nothing anyone can do to help him. He is aware of this.]
My my... [Kira adjusts his tie and brushes off his suit, as if the awkwardness of what was just witnessed could be fixed with a wave of the hand.] You seem to be the one in need of help.
The Fog God is the problem? Then the solution is to actually do something. I haven't seen any member of our cult actually make an effort, that'd be myself included. You want something dead, then kill it. Anything can die. Even Gods. Throughout history they have fallen and this one will be no different.
All I have seen is a bunch of former humans acclimating to their life here. Coming to terms with what they are. And what they must do. Obviously cutting off our parts and starving is in no way a long term solution. But I do hope it infuriates her. And if it does... then I won't stop. No matter what it costs. I'll fight every step of the way until I make it back to Morioh where I belong.
Forming a cult and hiding a way in this arcade won't stop her or fix us. What's to stop any one of us from finding out where she dwells and burning it to the ground? Not a single one of us has anything to lose at this point. Is this cult full of such cowards? Is recruiting people and handing out false hope all anyone here knows? Hoo... If I had known that I'd have perhaps not followed you here. But I was made quite hopeful. Am I wrong? Is this not a group that will actually do something to send us all back home?
Nothing gets done by standing around waiting. She'll continue to act as she pleases... Throughout history progress has only been made through violent acts. Atrocious deeds that linger in our history. But, as they say, when in Rome.
If I were in a position to do so I would round out every fog follower known and burn them at the stake. Start killing all of those pledged to her. Set the city ablaze if you must... But killing them all sounds like a good start. And you may say that's hardly right. And you wouldn't necessarily be wrong. But when was the last time you did something right in this place?
Right and wrong don't matter anymore. Kill them all. And kill them all before they gain a similar idea and kill you instead.
But that's just how I feel on the matter. I'm certainly no better as I'm not about to go and do anything unnecessary. But there are quite a few of you that are so very passionate about what is happening yet do nothing. And I find that much worse.
[He lets out a soft hum, leaning down to pick up the pieces of his town apart contract.] And now look what you've done. Useless, Useless... Though I figured as much. I can formulate a different plan I suppose. Maybe I can persevere and saw off some things myself.
[For a moment, it might seem like Marco is dazed. The words Kira is saying wander in and out of his attention at first as he tries to ground himself back where he's supposed to be. He tries to mumble an apology a few times - "I didn't mean to go off on you like that, sorry, terribly sorry" - but, every time, he lets Kira talk over him instead.
By the time Kira starts picking up the pieces, Marco feels more or less like his limbs belong to him again. He crouches to help him, but there are only two big, torn pieces. He doesn't have to.
He has, once again, failed to help.]
Please don't do that. [But his words are quiet - he knows Kira probably won't listen.
After a moment of silence, he goes on.] I've killed... a couple. Of her followers, I mean. [He doesn't think it was wrong, exactly, but both times, he panicked. No matter why he kills, he knows he's only allowing the Fog God to distort his soul further.] I got fired from my previous job for it - but, but that wasn't enough for her, no. [This time, he means a different "her". It not being clear doesn't occur to him.] She had a friend ambush me and knock me out, and then they... they...
[He rubs the crook of one arm with another hand. They tortured him to death. And they expect that to make him stop.
Kira seems to be a man of action. A part of Marco can't help hoping he can direct that drive to nobler things than killing innocent women. He can't help wondering how he would feel about the Obelisk plans, either...
But no, he can't let him know ahead of time. It's too risky. Anybody could be listening.]
[Kira Yoshikage does not normally feel sympathy nor does he feel empathy. But he can relate to what Marco is experiencing to an extent. He's never been tortured to death. That sounds like an awful thing to happen but...
People going out of their way to ruin your life. Willing to kill you and so on... It wears you down. Hell, the first thing that happened to him upon his arrival to this hellish world was he was tricked into showing up at Kishibe Rohan's store and nearly killed.
He gets it. The despairing feelings and the hopelessness. He's experienced it. More so here than back in Morioh.]
I don't doubt it. [Kira folds up the torn paper and pockets it.] But you are just one man. And you have a whole hoard of people in this cult. Is everyone doing their part? Killing a Fog follower here or there... What is that actually doing? Death isn't permanent.
I still say you have to make an example out of all of them. Like in Europe. The Inquisitions. Round up a whole bunch and burn them all in front of a crowd. Make an example out of them. But it can't just be anyone. Women and children will really bait the masses. Also propaganda. The fog witch makes the monsters. The monsters that people fear. That's just my opinion on the matter. I'm not a huge believer of any of this. Though what I have seen is interesting enough. The Fourth God has given me the insignia of my stand and an ability as well. Very reminiscent to Killer Queen... but none of that does anything. None of it helps me. I'm still a monster. I still have to eat as you claim. And I am still here. As are my enemies. I am not a man of God. I need more. And I just don't have it. There's nothing I can do for your cause... only offer my valuable or invaluable, depending on how you feel, opinion on how to get rid of opposing factions.
All I know is that there are some people who have been here a very long time. And nothing has changed. People come and go. The Fog witch is still in charge. So, I ask myself, what exactly is everyone doing?
[For a moment, the conversation almost seems like it's approaching some level of normality and levelheadedness, which Marco appreciates. The Inquisition? Marco doesn't appreciate that quite as much. Sure, he's catholic, but not THAT kind of catholic. As terrible as most Fog followers appear to be, he can't help feeling like he'd be stooping to their level if he jumped to public executions.
But he can't do much to answer Kira's questions, either. Soon enough, he'll see what Marco and Fiddleford have been doing. But not before he's meant to.]
I'm sure you'll be able to help at some point. One way or another. [He attempts a smile. It's stiff, uncertain.] The Fourth God has given me new powers too. You might get more. You never know, but...
But what I do know is that He wants to help you just as much as I do, if not even more.
He wants to help me? [He honestly can't help but scoff. He's here because he wants to go home. Not because he believes. Though he can admit he feels some of his feelings have shifted since aligning with this faction.
His distaste towards the Fog witch has always been strong but those that follow her and sing praise really irritate him. There is such a strong impulse to erase them...]
But these are your words. You, a man, who seems quite dedicated to the cause. How does it go in those movies from the West. A sign...yes, I need a sign. A real sign. Not just some glow-sticks on my hands and an ability to explode light bulbs. For all I know that could be the Goblin's magic and changes. Until then... my faith isn't placed anywhere though I am dedicated to the cause of going home. Of stopping the changes and the feeding. I will devote time to that. But not to the God. Because I don't believe in him.
You can fight under a King's colors even if you don't care for his politics. Same basic principle.
... You'll get a sign. [Marco tries that smile again. It's more sincere this time; there may even be a shade of something close to hope in it.] Sooner or later, He'll speak to you. Because-- Because really, I'm not the one who can convince you. He is.
[Kira his highly doubtful about all of that. The God will speak to him? Well, he'll believe it when he hears it.]
I do not mean to sneer at something you are so passionate about. Especially when it comes to religion as I am aware that is a fairly important thing. I am very tired and in a great deal. Which isn't a good excuse but it is mine for now.
[He brushes off his jacket a heavy sigh escaping him. This feels like a waste of time though he knew that Marco would never actually be able to do the bits removal.]
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[This was not a hard concept to understand. Marco was obviously a poor choice in getting what he needed out of this. And he'd only said it to bully him at first. He didn't think Josuke would actually abandon him despite signing a contract. And now he was left with... this.]
I am not living every day as a monster. I refuse. This is not a fate I am willing accepting and I will fight it every step of the way if I have to. I am fortunate enough to have become a monster that doesn't need to eat and has easily removable parts. There is no reason not to take advantage of this and live as normally as possible. Everyone here accepts what's happened to them. I will not. I will one day return to Morioh and I will be able to slip right back into my regular life with a crystal clear conscious. Josuke and Kishibe Rohan... after everything they've done here will never be able to do the same. The consumption of humans and all the eternal sins that they've become absorbed in will eventually cause their lives to collapse on top of them. But that won't be me. I will live on, as I always do, and continue my life uninterrupted. I did not become a monster here. That is what I will say as I watch them die...
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He takes a deep breath, forces his voice steady. When he speaks, his words have an unintentional, almost singsong quality to them.]
Kira, listen. It's not your looks that make you a monster. I'm fully willing to help you keep your humanity - believe me, that's what I want for myself and for everyone I love too - but not by chopping off body parts.
If I removed my own fins, that wouldn't bring back all the people I've drowned. If you keep cutting off your... I don't know, your spikes... [He hesitates. This is a risky statement.] ... that isn't going to stop your hunger.
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While i am aware that some Goblins eat people, I recently brought Lucius Malfoy a human to eat. I have it on very good authority that I do not need to bother myself with such vile behavior.
[He speaks with an air of smugness, deeming himself better than nearly everyone here. And that's because he believes it. Unbeknownst to him, he is actually and irrefutably starving, nearly to death. He can feel it too. The never ending ache deep in his core. He believes it to be something else entirely, something to do with the changes. And despite how crippling it can be or how it swings his mood into something foul, he believes without a shadow of a doubt that he is just fine.]
No, hunger has nothing to do with this. I need to look human. Otherwise everything they ever said will be true.[He can hear the whispers crystal clear. And he always could. Monster. We've raised a monster. He won't let it be true. He can't help that killing is in his nature but he will not look the part and allow everything they ever hissed behind nearly closed doors be true.] Now, if that makes sense let's move past this and talk details.
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[He reaches out to grab Kira's shoulders, but stops just short, as it occurs to him that the man would absolutely not like that. Now his hands are just sort of... hovering there.]
Kira, no. [He shakes his head.] You don't understand. You don't need to eat human flesh, but you need-- What do goblins eat? Energy, I think? You need energy. I don't know if you have to kill people for it, but you have to take it from them. Please... Just believe me. Just listen to me on this. Those spikes are the least of your problems.
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You're not listening to me and focusing on trivial matters. I am eating. Three meals. Every day. I make them myself. That provides energy. This is not a hard concept to understand. I know you're not looking forward to the prospect of surgery but I do need you to focus on the important matters at hand. [He waves the contract at the other.] This. We need to talk about this. The spikes and wings. That is the source of all my problems. Nothing else.
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My gills - [He frantically slaps his neck with his free hand.] - aren't the problem. They're not making me kill people and take their nicest belongings over and over and over again.
[He stops to breathe, then notices the contract in his hand, in rather poor shape. After hesitating for a moment, he tries to straighten it back up.]
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You take the belongings of people you kill? Did I hear that correctly.
[Oh. Oh ho~ And here it is. Since he arrived here and learned what everyone is like he'd come to understand that everyone here was a killer, much like himself. But no. They cry and cry and claim it's not the same at all. Their killing is more noble than his own. So many voices trying to deny what they really are.
They're all lying to themselves. Everyone here was the same as him. And now he had such a nice tidbit of information that all but proved the point he'd been trying too make to everyone in this little hell they were sent to.]
I would say... in my expert opinion... that that's a very serial killer like trait you've just admitted to. Taking something of someone's... something that is theirs and not yours. Keeping it. Hoarding it. Trinkets. Hands... it's not so different is it? When you really put it into perspective... you're just like me.
[He can't even be mad about the contract, though it does irk him deeply, this is far more interesting and worthwhile. This is information he intends to keep and use whenever necessary.]
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She did this to me. S-She-- I was a killer before but she's made it much, much worse, trying to... to prove a point, to lead me astray or punish me or drive me to Hell. Either or. I try and I try and I try but every time, every time, it's too easy to lure them in and do it. And the water-- I need water, I can't live without it, not like a human but like a fish-- Because... Because she...
[He crumples one half of the contract back up and throws it on the floor, taking his now free hand to his head. His fingers dig into his hair.]
She's changed my mind so much. S-So deeply. Changing my thoughts and putting these instincts in... A-And as hard as I try and as hard as the Fourth God tries, she's too powerful. She's so powerful...
[He's silent for a moment before adding, quiet and almost pleading:] Imagine what she could do to you.
Please... let me help you.
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Acceptance is a strange change of pace. He's not even sure it feels good. It's a rather abysmal sight to look upon.
He does listen though. This Fog Witch... The few he knows fairly well hate her. And it seems that maybe those under the Fourth suffer the most. He has no doubt he will eventually suffer too. Especially when he's worked so hard in undoing her work.
Marco raises a good question... What will happen to him? Amplifying his killing nature would not be an issue for him. He doesn't think so... You have to regret killing as this man appear to, and he does not. He's sure there will be something.
A kind of madness maybe... For while he doesn't mind killing he does try to keep himself a respectable and refined person. Being seen as anything seen as anything else is problematic. It'd be humiliating.
Eating people will eventually make you crazy. Not doing so will do the same. There is nothing anyone can do to help him. He is aware of this.]
My my... [Kira adjusts his tie and brushes off his suit, as if the awkwardness of what was just witnessed could be fixed with a wave of the hand.] You seem to be the one in need of help.
The Fog God is the problem? Then the solution is to actually do something. I haven't seen any member of our cult actually make an effort, that'd be myself included. You want something dead, then kill it. Anything can die. Even Gods. Throughout history they have fallen and this one will be no different.
All I have seen is a bunch of former humans acclimating to their life here. Coming to terms with what they are. And what they must do. Obviously cutting off our parts and starving is in no way a long term solution. But I do hope it infuriates her. And if it does... then I won't stop. No matter what it costs. I'll fight every step of the way until I make it back to Morioh where I belong.
Forming a cult and hiding a way in this arcade won't stop her or fix us. What's to stop any one of us from finding out where she dwells and burning it to the ground? Not a single one of us has anything to lose at this point. Is this cult full of such cowards? Is recruiting people and handing out false hope all anyone here knows? Hoo... If I had known that I'd have perhaps not followed you here. But I was made quite hopeful. Am I wrong? Is this not a group that will actually do something to send us all back home?
Nothing gets done by standing around waiting. She'll continue to act as she pleases... Throughout history progress has only been made through violent acts. Atrocious deeds that linger in our history. But, as they say, when in Rome.
If I were in a position to do so I would round out every fog follower known and burn them at the stake. Start killing all of those pledged to her. Set the city ablaze if you must... But killing them all sounds like a good start. And you may say that's hardly right. And you wouldn't necessarily be wrong. But when was the last time you did something right in this place?
Right and wrong don't matter anymore. Kill them all. And kill them all before they gain a similar idea and kill you instead.
But that's just how I feel on the matter. I'm certainly no better as I'm not about to go and do anything unnecessary. But there are quite a few of you that are so very passionate about what is happening yet do nothing. And I find that much worse.
[He lets out a soft hum, leaning down to pick up the pieces of his town apart contract.] And now look what you've done. Useless, Useless... Though I figured as much. I can formulate a different plan I suppose. Maybe I can persevere and saw off some things myself.
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By the time Kira starts picking up the pieces, Marco feels more or less like his limbs belong to him again. He crouches to help him, but there are only two big, torn pieces. He doesn't have to.
He has, once again, failed to help.]
Please don't do that. [But his words are quiet - he knows Kira probably won't listen.
After a moment of silence, he goes on.] I've killed... a couple. Of her followers, I mean. [He doesn't think it was wrong, exactly, but both times, he panicked. No matter why he kills, he knows he's only allowing the Fog God to distort his soul further.] I got fired from my previous job for it - but, but that wasn't enough for her, no. [This time, he means a different "her". It not being clear doesn't occur to him.] She had a friend ambush me and knock me out, and then they... they...
[He rubs the crook of one arm with another hand. They tortured him to death. And they expect that to make him stop.
Kira seems to be a man of action. A part of Marco can't help hoping he can direct that drive to nobler things than killing innocent women. He can't help wondering how he would feel about the Obelisk plans, either...
But no, he can't let him know ahead of time. It's too risky. Anybody could be listening.]
I've been doing all I can, believe me.
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People going out of their way to ruin your life. Willing to kill you and so on... It wears you down. Hell, the first thing that happened to him upon his arrival to this hellish world was he was tricked into showing up at Kishibe Rohan's store and nearly killed.
He gets it. The despairing feelings and the hopelessness. He's experienced it. More so here than back in Morioh.]
I don't doubt it. [Kira folds up the torn paper and pockets it.] But you are just one man. And you have a whole hoard of people in this cult. Is everyone doing their part? Killing a Fog follower here or there... What is that actually doing? Death isn't permanent.
I still say you have to make an example out of all of them. Like in Europe. The Inquisitions. Round up a whole bunch and burn them all in front of a crowd. Make an example out of them. But it can't just be anyone. Women and children will really bait the masses. Also propaganda. The fog witch makes the monsters. The monsters that people fear. That's just my opinion on the matter. I'm not a huge believer of any of this. Though what I have seen is interesting enough. The Fourth God has given me the insignia of my stand and an ability as well. Very reminiscent to Killer Queen... but none of that does anything. None of it helps me. I'm still a monster. I still have to eat as you claim. And I am still here. As are my enemies. I am not a man of God. I need more. And I just don't have it. There's nothing I can do for your cause... only offer my valuable or invaluable, depending on how you feel, opinion on how to get rid of opposing factions.
All I know is that there are some people who have been here a very long time. And nothing has changed. People come and go. The Fog witch is still in charge. So, I ask myself, what exactly is everyone doing?
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But he can't do much to answer Kira's questions, either. Soon enough, he'll see what Marco and Fiddleford have been doing. But not before he's meant to.]
I'm sure you'll be able to help at some point. One way or another. [He attempts a smile. It's stiff, uncertain.] The Fourth God has given me new powers too. You might get more. You never know, but...
But what I do know is that He wants to help you just as much as I do, if not even more.
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His distaste towards the Fog witch has always been strong but those that follow her and sing praise really irritate him. There is such a strong impulse to erase them...]
But these are your words. You, a man, who seems quite dedicated to the cause. How does it go in those movies from the West. A sign...yes, I need a sign. A real sign. Not just some glow-sticks on my hands and an ability to explode light bulbs. For all I know that could be the Goblin's magic and changes. Until then... my faith isn't placed anywhere though I am dedicated to the cause of going home. Of stopping the changes and the feeding. I will devote time to that. But not to the God. Because I don't believe in him.
You can fight under a King's colors even if you don't care for his politics. Same basic principle.
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I do not mean to sneer at something you are so passionate about. Especially when it comes to religion as I am aware that is a fairly important thing. I am very tired and in a great deal. Which isn't a good excuse but it is mine for now.
[He brushes off his jacket a heavy sigh escaping him. This feels like a waste of time though he knew that Marco would never actually be able to do the bits removal.]