[Wryly,] The Catholics came in and made a big deal of how wrong we were about that one. By the time I was born, the only religion Irish sorcerers participated in was the one that said "actually, godlike beings in control of people sounds like a bad idea."
And I don't agree. I think that the Captain has deeper attachments to this group of passengers than he's ever had before, beyond just me. And the more he sees how he can fit in with other people, the less likely he'll be to push them away in the future.
[It's projection. Wishful thinking. Childish naivety. And yet, he is fully convinced.]
It doesn't translate clearly, and he has a long way to go. But I believe he's capable of more, and he hasn't disappointed me yet.
We were right and wrong. In my world, anyway. Turns out religion is subjective and cultural or some shit, and there's no universal solution for helping people pass on or what's waiting for them afterwards. Kind of hard to be a fundamentalist zealot when a Buddhist ghost straight up ignores holy water.
[ Hence, y'know, why she's a cool Catholic. Still, Darcy's eyebrows raise sharply at the sheer silliness of what Skulduggery's claimed. Because that's what it is. Just... silly. Like Skulduggery had just claimed he's the King of Mars.
Darcy gestures for him to follow and paces back towards the bridge, close enough for her to call- ]
Hey, Captain? You give a shit about anyone other than Skulduggery?
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And I don't agree. I think that the Captain has deeper attachments to this group of passengers than he's ever had before, beyond just me. And the more he sees how he can fit in with other people, the less likely he'll be to push them away in the future.
[It's projection. Wishful thinking. Childish naivety. And yet, he is fully convinced.]
It doesn't translate clearly, and he has a long way to go. But I believe he's capable of more, and he hasn't disappointed me yet.
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[ Hence, y'know, why she's a cool Catholic. Still, Darcy's eyebrows raise sharply at the sheer silliness of what Skulduggery's claimed. Because that's what it is. Just... silly. Like Skulduggery had just claimed he's the King of Mars.
Darcy gestures for him to follow and paces back towards the bridge, close enough for her to call- ]
Hey, Captain? You give a shit about anyone other than Skulduggery?
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[ She's refusing to concede this. ]
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[he says, as one of those people...]
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[ Same energy as a very small dog on a leash barking at a car. ]