[Can't run away from this forever. He can be cagey, as is required of him, assuming it still is. He can be solemn. He can lie. He can chase conversations in circles, and act like none of them will cling like cobwebs to the corners of his own mind.]
[The quiet urge he knows is there - the urge to couple the greeting with a polite sir - that doesn't belong to him, and can be safely ignored. It's just a normal conversation. A normal conversation between two people, one a large goat monster who has murdered children, and one a bruised, broken man who has been murdered by children.]
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[Can't run away from this forever. He can be cagey, as is required of him, assuming it still is. He can be solemn. He can lie. He can chase conversations in circles, and act like none of them will cling like cobwebs to the corners of his own mind.]
[The quiet urge he knows is there - the urge to couple the greeting with a polite sir - that doesn't belong to him, and can be safely ignored. It's just a normal conversation. A normal conversation between two people, one a large goat monster who has murdered children, and one a bruised, broken man who has been murdered by children.]
[Namely, one.]
Never done this before, huh?