"Sorcery, witchcraft, it's all the same nonsense." Except apparently not. Bernard's chasing after Alastair as he drops dramatically into a chair. Not to be out-maneuvered, Bernard slams his hands on the tabletop and leans forward. "And how do I know your ring of fire isn't just a trick? How do I know you're not gonna set my shop on fire when I go out to the pub later? How?" He's right up in Alastair's face and hissing the last word when more of what Alastair actually said comes back to him.
--Gods? "Oh I expect they're busy watching the devout kiss their asses as they starve little children in Africa and make people keep coming into my shop. Right bastards, them." Idiot, who actually believes in god, let alone a plural of stupidity? He could banter and rant about the Bible til they both passed out, but actually talking about divinity as a solid proof is far beyond him. Or beneath him, rather.
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--Gods? "Oh I expect they're busy watching the devout kiss their asses as they starve little children in Africa and make people keep coming into my shop. Right bastards, them." Idiot, who actually believes in god, let alone a plural of stupidity? He could banter and rant about the Bible til they both passed out, but actually talking about divinity as a solid proof is far beyond him. Or beneath him, rather.