[ if she were honest – she's not here to pick a fight. not yet. ]
my first zombie friend. madam would love to hear it.
[ she wouldn't; she would hate it. to pollute divinity even by association, in madam's mind, would be an insult to everything that the convent stands for. but she's never kissed an angel on the mouth, or swallowed the blood off its tongue, and johnny's not answered her call in years. she can hate all she likes. ]
i'll bring coffee. water? what's a good drink for blowing up a thing?
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my first zombie friend. madam would love to hear it.
[ she wouldn't; she would hate it. to pollute divinity even by association, in madam's mind, would be an insult to everything that the convent stands for. but she's never kissed an angel on the mouth, or swallowed the blood off its tongue, and johnny's not answered her call in years. she can hate all she likes. ]
i'll bring coffee. water? what's a good drink for blowing up a thing?