[Oh boy, he's already stuck his foot in his mouth, it seems. Still, that's a weird thing to say... Should--...did they ever tell Guzma about their world before? He's seen it once or twice, in other dream-like instances, but it never seemed as nice as this place is now. In fact, it always seemed like the Drifter was always shunned by the people around them just for simply existing.
Guzma clenches his jaw, lips pursed together in a thin, tight line. He should say something - the truth - he knows he should, but...ugh. He hates circumstances like this. He hates having to tear down something so good from someone who deserves it the most. A friend.]
Can't say that I do, no. Sorry, homie, but what I do recall ain't as pretty as this, sorry.
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Guzma clenches his jaw, lips pursed together in a thin, tight line. He should say something - the truth - he knows he should, but...ugh. He hates circumstances like this. He hates having to tear down something so good from someone who deserves it the most. A friend.]
Can't say that I do, no. Sorry, homie, but what I do recall ain't as pretty as this, sorry.