[b]He rubbs his head[/b] Owwww. Why you gotta be so rude? Now. [b]He uses his index finger and moves away the blade from his throat[/b] Your..."friend". Signed a deal with the devil 8 years ago. Trust me. I was there. Actually, I was in his arms. He had some pretty nice arms. Like...super...built and.... Surprisingly tight. I mean. I don't play for that team but. Damn...if I did I would... *ahem* Besides the point. You see. Your pal chose the God of the apocalypse over me. Your friend chose the demon dragon who wanted to kill everyone. Over someone who...well...wants to kill everyone....uhhhh....well I'm flexible! That's the difference. So what I'm getting at here. Is that your buddy walked into OUR war. If he hadn't stepped in. Nothing would have happened. Or somebody else would have died. Or a big moon with a creepy fu[i]c[/i]king face would crash down. What I'm saying is, is that what happened? Was inevitable. And your friend just happened to be the guy who had to die for it all to happen? You feel me? Now. Am I at fault? ....maybe a little. But you? Are EQUALLY. At fault. But who REALLY is at fault? Your friend.

*Swipes my blade, cutting down a nearby tree, before sheathing it* He had his reasons, whatever they were, he believed they were right. *Turns my back* You should have tried harder to save him

Oh you gotta be.... Who was it using my dick as a weapon? Huh? YOU. Don't cut your mellow-dramatic bull shit with me kid! It makes you look like a pussy first of all. And it pisses me off! [b]He gets up[/b] Now. I. Am going out to get drunk. SUPER drunk. It's been like...eight thousand years since I last had a shot. It's ridiculous! You coming with me or not?