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[Baddie Discourse Finally Ends]

This is why the question was supposed to be for Jake. Not that the man was necessarily a fountain of truth, guaranteed not to swindle him with bad information. Not even because Khonshu gave him unconditional trust, really. Simply that Khonshu had been around him longer than most that living mortals, and had a decent idea of when the man was full of shit. This seemed honest, in an exasperated 'I can't believe I have to be the one explaining this' sort of way. At long last, a reasonable answer.

Khonshu won't say if he would've believed this or not coming off of an anonymous idiot. But probably not. It sounds about as plausible as a few of the other things he heard. He's also not going to get into both calling Jake this, and retracting that statement and saying Harrow fit the bill better instead. He was misled, dammit.

"So many words humanity has for attractive women," Khonshu murmurs to himself, almost sounding disappointed that the definition isn't something more... more. Alas. There's far bigger things to be disappointed by, with humans.

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@mnknt asked: “ Don’t. Don’t act like you know anything、you don’t know what happened. ”pulling away from the mercenary almost like his touch burned、 wild eyes focused intensely. ( go my spectorling )

"Yeah, yeah. You're right. I don't know shit about what happened to you. I can give you some bullshit, ok. Tell you, to shove it down, tell you that it's gonna be ok, but I'm not gonna lie to you. Whatever happened is gonna eat at you until you're nothing but bone, but I can understand. I can lend you an ear, because you know what I went through. It's no fucking secret."

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"You still fence sitting?" Frank looked at them. Hell, he didn't even know exactly who he was even talking to. Still, didn't stop Frank from asking before he popped an asshole from across the building that they were in. Idiots set up an ambush with windows facing outwards towards them. Frank couldn't have asked for a better vantage point.

"What are we?" Khonshu repeats through a laugh like Marc just told a joke. He's raking a hand through Marc's hair. There may be blood there from the last fight, a blow to the head, or maybe the blood was on Khonshu's hands all along. Impossible to tell at this point. "We are God and Avatar, as we have always been and always will be. What could you possibly be asking of me?"

Another hand comes down, smearing a spot of blood off his cheek, staining white gloves. A thumb plucks Marc's bottom lip on the way down. Probably an accident.

     She remembers it vividly, seeing the man in white vanishing into the shadows - the white robe was an unusual sight and it stuck with her. Something about the moon had made it glow sharper - more real. But this wasn't déjà vu. He was here with her on this rooftop. The city underneath them seemed like it was holding its breath. Moon Knight. The name echoed in her mind like a pulse, growing louder with each beat.

     Mae has become good at reckognizing patterns. She didn't believe in gods - but the data says something is happening. People claiming visions, foreign symbols carved into skin and survivors claiming to have been judged. Most of them she had met, to assess them as their stories seemed too strange to be real. It was hard for her to not give in and try to build a profile. Fragmented. Unpredictable, but not erratic. Tactical. The behavior didn't make sense, unless there was more to it than it met the eye.