...
...U-uhhhm... A-are you— Is— D-don't stare, please...
(Shrinks back a bit.)
(Does not seem to notice Cloud just yet, strangely focused on his present task despite his evident fatigue.)
...Hundra tolv... Hundra tretton... hhhh... Hundra fjorton...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...There— uhhm— well, it—... There, uhhhm, are—are many things that are the matter in this world, young mortal, a-and it— you— this—this world is rotten... Which, uhhhm... which is the reason that I am... I have— I am here, you see, to—to fix these ills with the— the state of being that— that is this world...
(Wheeeeeeze. Paws nervously at his head.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...I... Uhhhm... I believe I am maybe just— just a mite fatigued... B-but my work, my divine sojourn, does not permit me to—to slumber for a prolonged interval, s-so thank you, but your concern is, uhhhhm... mis—misplaced...
(Looks Ginna over, wheezing quietly to himself.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Degenerate... heretics, hoarding their opulence away from better causes... building their churches ever-higher for their vanity...
-Achrich notices Panos, hears him speak, and smiles, opening his arms-
Then you and I- we are brothers not in blood, but in cause! Friend, friend- good, honoured friend who I shall hold in great esteem from henceforth- what is your name, O good friend?
(Smiles back, if nervously.)
O-oh, uhhhhm... Y-yes, hello, good follower, I—I am . I am the Resplendent Lord, Prince of the Thousand Stars, Demiurge Eternal Panagiotis Lucien Ibarra... O-or, uhhhm, Panos, o-or yes, also God, b-but most opt for the former, a-and this—this is fine, I am okay with this...
...Are—are there...? This is, uhhhm... something that—that has eclipsed my notice, if—if it is happening even at all..
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

Not yet. Was that your first encounter with her?
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