“Don’t get me fucking started, Gods if that motherfucker hasn’t been up my ass more than once-” He sneers, with a mocking form of the god on his mask, you’d assume if he could he would roll his eyes.
“It’s always tryin to make things ‘right’ in a rotting game series, trying to keep what people like. Trying to bury the ’ugly’ past. Only making things worse and breakin’ things more.” He huffs, seems like the aggression is much more personal than he’s trying to make it out to be, he breathes out a sigh and continues.
“The amount of folks that god has buried… Yeesh, talk about a graveyard.” He shrugs like its a more casual thing that everyone goes through, tone and demeanor just coming off as uncaring. 'Oh Well’
He leans forward in his chair, he seems to hesitate before he continues to speak, trying to gather his unbiased thoughts
“But….That thing causes a lot of problems sure, Hard for me to say it’s always its fault. Hell if anything it works a bit like a clean up crew for somethin else. Keeping the perfect pieces that everybody loved and gives a shit about right in the places they should be.”
“If things break for some reason or another, well shit. Time to leave it behind and try again. and again… And Again.” He draws circles in the air as he says the word.
A cycle- Ouroboros eating it’s own tail- always hungry, never satisfied- bringer of its own destruction, yet never ending.
“It really seemed to get into that mindset after it had the displeasure of dealing with Reddo’s death.” He quiets for a moment thinking
“Or maybe it was after dealing with me for the first time… I was pretty busted… I think. Nah. Probably Reddo’s death.” he mutters to himself, shaking his head dismissively.
He turns his head away, waving his hand dismissively.
“Either way, It’s a shitty piece of work but it’s not the worst.-”
“-Uuuuunnnnnless you’re considered a threat to it’s special little world.”
“Or worse. You’re considered a threat to it’s ’Special Little Boy’.”