No. I didn't ask. I said I wanted to know. Not in a vague way. In a 'I need to know exactly what I've stepped into' way.
I don't work off vibes, Magnus. I work with what I see, and I've seen a lot of fucked up shit, so cut me a break here.
We don't have to be friends, but there is no way you are going to hop on the vague cryptic bullshit train and hop off before I know whether or not I have to worry about this guy murdering all my friends.
I don't know, Magnus, because maybe not every kriffing Galaxy has them. The Force doesn't give gifts or fuck with people's lives - it's people that do that. So no. I don't know what happens when gods are involved in things. And if you do then me trying to figure shit out on my own doesn't make a lot of sense, does it?
Because other than you, the only other person you've mentioned that might know is Alex. And I don't really care how many times my dick gets ripped off if it means protecting my friends.
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I don't work off vibes, Magnus. I work with what I see, and I've seen a lot of fucked up shit, so cut me a break here.
We don't have to be friends, but there is no way you are going to hop on the vague cryptic bullshit train and hop off before I know whether or not I have to worry about this guy murdering all my friends.
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it's not my story to tell. figure it out, if you can trust him or not. gifts from the gods, when has that ever gone wrong?
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I don't know, Magnus, because maybe not every kriffing Galaxy has them. The Force doesn't give gifts or fuck with people's lives - it's people that do that. So no. I don't know what happens when gods are involved in things. And if you do then me trying to figure shit out on my own doesn't make a lot of sense, does it?
Because other than you, the only other person you've mentioned that might know is Alex. And I don't really care how many times my dick gets ripped off if it means protecting my friends.
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[He doesn't throw his phone. He shuts his eyes tight and runs a hand through his hair.]
Shit.