[ To a viewer with a fractured mind, a person already corroded by forces men are not meant to perceive, the sign upon John's face aches with a similar weight. It lingers like an afterimage, an imprint in the mind. It was created, after all, as a herald of forces incompatible with reality.
John doesn't like the hammer. It reminds him too much of what he is trying to repress. ]
Then consider it a truce. [ His tone rises in an attempt at warmth, but there is a subtly inhuman warp to his voice, a tinny distortion. ] I'm sure our goals can align.
[ He takes a half-step forward in the spirit of tenuous friendship, even with the metallic echo of his words still ringing in the air. ]
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John doesn't like the hammer. It reminds him too much of what he is trying to repress. ]
Then consider it a truce. [ His tone rises in an attempt at warmth, but there is a subtly inhuman warp to his voice, a tinny distortion. ] I'm sure our goals can align.
[ He takes a half-step forward in the spirit of tenuous friendship, even with the metallic echo of his words still ringing in the air. ]