"You think?" But before Raph can even himself think about this, he dismisses it out of hand. "No, that ain't it. That ain't...nothin'. We ain't even talked 'bout Her. An' an'...your Dark God whatever came to me in a dream an' tol' me to get over it. An' I did. I'm over it.
Done."
Of course while he says, done, his expression gives an entirely different impression. Let the backpedaling and rationalization begin!
"I...I don't even think o' Her none anymore. You know, unless I'm killin' somethin'. Don't even dream o' Her no more either. An' She don't want nothin' to do with me. That's made clear enough by the fact that she didn't even take me from St. Mungo's."
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But before Raph can even himself think about this, he dismisses it out of hand. "No, that ain't it. That ain't...nothin'. We ain't even talked 'bout Her. An' an'...your Dark God whatever came to me in a dream an' tol' me to get over it. An' I did. I'm over it.
Done."
Of course while he says, done, his expression gives an entirely different impression. Let the backpedaling and rationalization begin!
"I...I don't even think o' Her none anymore. You know, unless I'm killin' somethin'. Don't even dream o' Her no more either. An' She don't want nothin' to do with me. That's made clear enough by the fact that she didn't even take me from St. Mungo's."