[A soft but strangled sound issues from his lips when he feels her draping herself on his back. Plus, she's not repulsed by him describing his fingers as weapons of death. Why is this his life. Sanson straddles the line between "leave me alone I'm a sinner" and "sob people are leaving me alone I'm terrible" right now and he's not sure where he ought to be.]
Ah, yes. You are the goddess of war and combat, among others.
[She's a goddess. She's probably more entitled to kill people and not be ostracized for it. Ishtar wasn't like him at all.
Yet it's comforting in some twisted way to know they had that in common.]
A-Aren't you uncomfortable leaning on my back like that?
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Ah, yes. You are the goddess of war and combat, among others.
[She's a goddess. She's probably more entitled to kill people and not be ostracized for it. Ishtar wasn't like him at all.
Yet it's comforting in some twisted way to know they had that in common.]
A-Aren't you uncomfortable leaning on my back like that?