Love and family values, sure. Love of booze or power. Family values in valuing what that family could do for them, even if it was fuck off and make themselves small or scarce. Disconcertingly similar, but not tragically not uncommon, a firsthand story that were echoes to Marston's own history. He scowled and gave a silent nod. He considered the subject dropped, with prejudice. Fuck even trying to get through that rat's nest of bullshit tonight.
He'd been saying 'fuck that' to that subject for sixty-five years. Unpacking any part of his youth was liable to make John need more than alcohol and a few days in the woods.
The speed with which the cans were spitting out wasn't a problem for John, who simply got faster at catching them, though he was running out of room to set them down near him. He moved with inhuman speed - but only just barely too fast - before the other man stopped the spell.
"What's the point," he said as he stood with a grunt, then walked - stumbled - to the back wall, starting to open and inspect every cabinet that was there, before grabbing a plastic garbage bag from one, "of exposin' 'em, if we're still trapped here? Who'd we expose 'em to? Everyone else? I'm pretty sure we're all aware this place ain't exactly Club Med."
He came back and started loading the cans up into the bag. "Expose 'em to the gods? Odin seems to know damn well what's goin' on here. Or at least knows it exists. Ain't ever see an altar actually take an offerin' like that one outside does."
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He'd been saying 'fuck that' to that subject for sixty-five years. Unpacking any part of his youth was liable to make John need more than alcohol and a few days in the woods.
The speed with which the cans were spitting out wasn't a problem for John, who simply got faster at catching them, though he was running out of room to set them down near him. He moved with inhuman speed - but only just barely too fast - before the other man stopped the spell.
"What's the point," he said as he stood with a grunt, then walked - stumbled - to the back wall, starting to open and inspect every cabinet that was there, before grabbing a plastic garbage bag from one, "of exposin' 'em, if we're still trapped here? Who'd we expose 'em to? Everyone else? I'm pretty sure we're all aware this place ain't exactly Club Med."
He came back and started loading the cans up into the bag. "Expose 'em to the gods? Odin seems to know damn well what's goin' on here. Or at least knows it exists. Ain't ever see an altar actually take an offerin' like that one outside does."