[ John's expression closes with something guarded, embarrassed. It had been a first reflex, an old well-worn excuse. Disrespectful to his actual friends, now that he has some. ]
Fine. I am not your friend. But I have no particular reason to be your enemy, except you waving a magic fucking sword around.
[ He does not relax much when the blade dissipates: he does not come any closer. But he does resettle the wings against his back. ]
You've just arrived? In the garage adorned with eerie symbols, I assume? The same happened to each of us.
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Fine. I am not your friend. But I have no particular reason to be your enemy, except you waving a magic fucking sword around.
[ He does not relax much when the blade dissipates: he does not come any closer. But he does resettle the wings against his back. ]
You've just arrived? In the garage adorned with eerie symbols, I assume? The same happened to each of us.