( Good, oh good, and gracious this latest acquisition among the Pariah's string of futile priests — at least, where the others only deign to parade their empty tricks during daylight, this man can be called upon at all and any manner of hour, can be depended to provide.
He has even stirred himself in righteous garments to proceed with an exorcism, if need be — and need, they may well have, Quicksilver's mouth tight and sour, as he waves a hand around him as if to gently point out of his army of private and invisible grievances. )
They think... I tricked them. They think, I made them be.
( But he didn't, never did, fought them viciously. It must be known, it must be spoken: ) They're wrong.
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He has even stirred himself in righteous garments to proceed with an exorcism, if need be — and need, they may well have, Quicksilver's mouth tight and sour, as he waves a hand around him as if to gently point out of his army of private and invisible grievances. )
They think... I tricked them. They think, I made them be.
( But he didn't, never did, fought them viciously. It must be known, it must be spoken: ) They're wrong.