"You would think, yeah?" Lucius agrees but his tone has a slightly unhinged quality. He doesn't care for this subject, not at all, and the tequila has done the opposite of calm his nerves. All the alcohol has done is make him edgy and freer with his tongue.
"Turns out, though, there's nothing exceptionally noble about dying, despite how it gets advertised in all the holy brochures," Lucius explains with a rough grimace. "It's just messy, abrupt, ghoulish, and traumatizes everyone around you for a variety of reasons."
He takes another pull and then promptly presses it back into Izzy's hands. This is far too heavy for this early in the morning. It takes him a moment to swallow all that he has in his mouth and, when he does, his eyes are watery.
"I heard something about the ship feeds off misery, or whatever? Good job of it, then, aye? Letting us...be murdered and pop back to watch it with a slide-whistle attached?"
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"Turns out, though, there's nothing exceptionally noble about dying, despite how it gets advertised in all the holy brochures," Lucius explains with a rough grimace. "It's just messy, abrupt, ghoulish, and traumatizes everyone around you for a variety of reasons."
He takes another pull and then promptly presses it back into Izzy's hands. This is far too heavy for this early in the morning. It takes him a moment to swallow all that he has in his mouth and, when he does, his eyes are watery.
"I heard something about the ship feeds off misery, or whatever? Good job of it, then, aye? Letting us...be murdered and pop back to watch it with a slide-whistle attached?"