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[tumbleweeds]

look i can do it too. try and figure out what i'm saying, jackass. i'm speaking your language, so it shouldn't be too hard.

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[tumbleweeds]

I guess. [ But she doesn't want to talk about loneliness, so-- ] Coyote would probably say that I'm not alone in the wilds, either -- and if I'm an animal, I guess I'm really not. But that's what it feels like.

[ And therefore that's what it is. ]

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[therangerking]

Do you trust his judgement?

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[tumbleweeds]

Sometimes. [ Other times, it's her job to make him see what he's blind to, for his own good. ]

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[therangerking]

[ Beat. He was going to say that if she does, then he's probably right. Now he flounders a little. ]

He is a god. [ Softly. ] Does he not see clearer than mortal eyes?

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[tumbleweeds]

He's lived a long time, and the world's different than it was. If they didn't sometimes need our help, my job wouldn't exist.

[ Pause. ] ... There was... an incident, a few months before I came here. Gods are fueled by belief, and someone was getting rid of every mention of them. They were weak, and he was ready to die, having lived for so long. I wasn't ready to let him.

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[therangerking]

[ ... Beat. ]

On belief?

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[tumbleweeds]

If no one remembers the gods, they forget themselves.

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[therangerking]

'Tis true of all gods?

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[tumbleweeds]

All the ones on my world.

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[therangerking]

'Tis strange. The gods who have the powers to create are now powerless to keep from fading, for they rely on the fickle minds of the Men they created.

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[tumbleweeds]

There's one, a demon -- Belial. [ It's hard to miss the way her voice twists into a snarl at his name. ] He thrives off disbelief. He was the one who started destroying any mention of them.