— SAINTS AVE.

i am greatly in your debt.

you haven't lost your touch.

we're screwed.

you have the nerve to show your face?

it's your fault for sitting out in the open.

i bet you're hungry.

do i look like i'd have a husband?

you're in no state to care for a baby.

why do you dress like a vagrant?

you've got to survive somehow.

it's a bit late to play the hero.

count me out. i'm through caring.

what a nuisance, i swear.

i forbid you to die!

not fond of that nickname.

you're still green, so "kid" it is.

you better not mean that.

another bad dream?

nice place you built here.

wow, that's a beautiful story.

i'm not your father.

fate has brought us together as a family.

i got a desk job.

it's time i stood on my own two feet.

at this rate, you'll never find a wife.

no shark or whale could do that.

just admit you have no clue.

this country never changes.

don't push yourself too hard.

i can't sleep sometimes.

now, kid!

you're finally awake.

it's got nothing to do with you.

if you're carrying some burden, i wish you'd share it with me.

whatever happens next, i know i must survive.

they beckon to me in my dreams every night.

what if i'm really dead already?

taste it for me.

i'd like to try to live again.

is that what i think it is?

we pull together, that's what.

did you have any idea [name] was such a bigwig?

hear me out, please.

why are we always the ones drawing the short straw?

you don't instill confidence.

i'll take that risk.

my war isn't over yet.

any other leads?

i needed to find you.

it's swelling up like a grapefruit.

this next battle is not one waged to the death, but a battle to live for the future.

you're not going.

i can be useful.

not having been to war is something to be proud of.

why do you look sad? what's wrong?

it'll be all right. i'm not leaving you.

don't do anything rash!

atta boy.

persistent bugger.

kid, is that you?

A MULTIMUSE BY BLYTHE, ORIGINALLY ESTABLISHED IN 12/2023. FEATURING MUSES FROM VARIOUS FANTASY SOURCES AND ORIGINAL CANON. CREDIT.

THIS MYTH IS HARD ON THE BODY— the body as open, the body as closed & the body as asunder. [..] is someone inside of you? you can only answer sometimes.

dialogue prompts from i see you've called in dead by john kenney.

i've never seen anything quite like that.

on occasion, i write my own obituary.

it's too early for existential dread.

you look well, for a dead man.

i'll give you twenty dollars to stop talking.

i wish you'd let me cut your hair.

do you believe in god?

i don't think anything matters to you anymore. that kind of breaks my heart.

stories matter. facts matter.

the rumors of your death are exaggerated, i see.

i leave for a week and you fall apart.

you can fall in love with someone from their smile.

have you ever sat with someone as they died?

i'm kind of learning to be alone.

i'm not sure i could really trust anyone who wasn't tempted by an oreo for breakfast, on occasion.

this is going to be so wonderfully awkward. i can hardly wait.

i just go to wakes sometimes.

what happens if i can't redeem myself?

was electricity new when you were little?

how do you say 'horse's ass' in [language]?

you're sweet to ask. most people don't.

i like your face.

can you swim?

you take a lot of words to say very little.

i'm trying to change my narrative.

you're movie star handsome.

are you saying you meet me?

caskets are four-sided. coffins are six-sided, and wider at the top.

i sort of love you. i kind of care about you.

have some kids. they're the only things that keep me sane.

you strike me as someone desperate for a vacation.

we get better. we heal.

if you die, can i have your office chair?

please don't mistake this as affection or friendship.

elegance is not your strong suit.

what would you want to change, if you could?

i think my tear ducts might not actually work.

i wouldn't change a day of my life. i'd just like more of it.

do you mind if we sit for a bit?

we don't talk about death much as a society, do we?

you sound like a hallmark card.

no one likes golf. even golfers don't like it.

i'm not sure who i was trying to impress.

i worry i'm boring you.

we can change. maybe it's just a bit, but that little bit is everything.

i'm sorry. i should have said something.

i didn't expect to like you.

you should come out with a line of sad greeting cards.

i want to be forgiven.

sometimes i hear my own voice and i hate it.

you think i'm better than i am.

i'll shut up. just know i'd be lost without you.

it's your birthday. you're the king.

i've heard about you, but i've never met you.

i wanted to shoot the dude, but who is that helping?

how many days to you experience something for the first time?

there's no small talk among friends. ask.

we hold the past in our body. it never forgets, but it can learn to let it go.

what are you still doing here? go home.

except for you almost dying, i had a lovely evening.

you're a moron. that's what i love about you.

it's remarkable what you can do, when you don't care what anyone thinks anymore.

i thought maybe i could help.

tell your father to go fuck himself.

i believed in santa until i was twelve.

i'm not sure if i believed in _____, or if i wanted to believe so much that i convinced myself.

you saved me. you did.

if this were the last time you were ever going to see me, what would you say?

i like your face.

would you come to my funeral?

if this were a movie, it would be foreshadowing.

if this were a buddy movie, i'd put my arm around your shoulders.