(Dirk snorts, and there's that irritation again. He doesn't even realize it's the selfish part of himself being exacerbated by the month's impact on darkbloods. It feels irrational and part of him gets angrier because he knows it's irrational. He takes the bag from him and sniffs at its contents.)
Did he like 'em? (He digs one out to bite into. Damn it. They were actually really good.)
Yeah. You got an actual functioning soul, right? As far as you're aware?
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Did he like 'em? (He digs one out to bite into. Damn it. They were actually really good.)
Yeah. You got an actual functioning soul, right? As far as you're aware?