[ John does not generally get pep talks about killing gods. Throwing hands with the Pthumerians has been, on the whole, an everyone disliked that kind of activity. Only Chara has tried to hype him up about a fresh round in that ring, and every time John looks at that black-eyed fucked-up too-old revenant, he feels like he needs to go lie down.
There's a horrible sense of disconnect, as Asriel offers him a sharp laugh and a fierce smile. John feels it again, here and now: the weight of resignation is crushing. But what else does he have going for him, right? What's he going to do instead?
Help her, Annabel said, before the ocean swept her back again. It feels like no time since then, and it feels like a thousand years. That means prying the current powers out of the throne, right? One shitty god to another. At least there's an end goal to that. A promise of morning.
John scrubs a hand back through his hair, exhales a heavy breath, and nods agreement. ]
Physical strength might be stretching it... You don't want to see me in a literal fistfight. But if you can bridge that gap? That's when it'll get interesting.
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There's a horrible sense of disconnect, as Asriel offers him a sharp laugh and a fierce smile. John feels it again, here and now: the weight of resignation is crushing. But what else does he have going for him, right? What's he going to do instead?
Help her, Annabel said, before the ocean swept her back again. It feels like no time since then, and it feels like a thousand years. That means prying the current powers out of the throne, right? One shitty god to another. At least there's an end goal to that. A promise of morning.
John scrubs a hand back through his hair, exhales a heavy breath, and nods agreement. ]
Physical strength might be stretching it... You don't want to see me in a literal fistfight. But if you can bridge that gap? That's when it'll get interesting.