This one guy, he was always going on about that shit. [He waves his hand in circles, though the motion makes his knuckles sting.] 'The sinners will burn and repent,' yadda yadda yadda. Never made much sense to me. I figure, if you're somewhere with some guy poking you in the ass with a pitchfork, the only thing you're gonna regret is that there's a pitchfork in your ass.
[Nights are peaceful here, when there aren't owl monsters sweeping at you out of nowhere. Blake and Heather pass under the streetlights in the cool night air.]
Blake looks around at the sleeping town.]
Now, here. Nobody shoving cases into my hands, no crackling radios, nobody wild-eyed and bloodstained getting hauled in howling.
Yeah. This is the kind of place where you can hear yourself think.
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This one guy, he was always going on about that shit. [He waves his hand in circles, though the motion makes his knuckles sting.] 'The sinners will burn and repent,' yadda yadda yadda. Never made much sense to me. I figure, if you're somewhere with some guy poking you in the ass with a pitchfork, the only thing you're gonna regret is that there's a pitchfork in your ass.
[Nights are peaceful here, when there aren't owl monsters sweeping at you out of nowhere. Blake and Heather pass under the streetlights in the cool night air.]
Blake looks around at the sleeping town.]
Now, here. Nobody shoving cases into my hands, no crackling radios, nobody wild-eyed and bloodstained getting hauled in howling.
Yeah. This is the kind of place where you can hear yourself think.