...I... I have not had that one in very long, I don't... I don't think...
(Slowly, passionately consumes his last few spoonfuls of ice cream, as though he were savoring a fine wine.)
...It... I-it has been... maybe six years... since I—I have been to an ice cream parlor, I think... Why does this come to mind only now...?
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019...N-no, but—... S-since I was o-only fourteen, six years, six entire—...
(Wheezes deeply, staring into his empty pint.)
...I... M-my divine quest, it... i-it has taken me inward, I-I think, away from—... away from most things, s-seclusion of a sort...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019-Gracia is now looking stressed out, hugging at herself-
Stop. Stop talking.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Waves a hand dismissively- I know you've done it too. Doesn't matter. You're hardly the only one.
I can't bring him back. That's not how it works. And I'm not gonna make you deal with me when I'm the one that... got rid of him, I guess. I know you all hate me for it. So, I'm leaving.
-to Gracia- I'll come back and visit you. But it has to be a secret. I don't want anyone else finding out.
-Tenses up-
-Reaches for his gun, because there weren't enough swords for all of them- Who's there?
edited 20th Jul '16 1:17:35 AM by WonderSquid

...O-one must be discriminating with—with such as ice cream... Too often, i-it's—... m-merely sweetened milk, churned a smidgeon and—and then then left to languish in the freezer, m-maybe with some waxen, flavorless chunks of an apparent "chocolate" in it, b-but nothing real, no, j-just a bland, overly-sugared lump of falsehoods and disappointment...
(Takes a scoop... AND EATS IT)
...Th-this "Ben" a-and this "Jerry"... i-it is like at the parlors, these men have my divine respect...
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019