"Ohhhh man, look at the horns on this. Gorgeous, but it's probably the worst at the same time. Birds probably love to perch there."
He's being flippantly superficial at the moment, just looking at a pretty statue, noting that it's well-crafted and wondering if that's what the inhabitants of the weird place are going to look like. If so? Nice. New thing to throw in there.
But when he's up close to it he feels something off of it.
The fuck?
"...You know what? I hope you're not anyone in there 'cause having birds shitting on you and knowing about it would be the worst kind of hell." And he is actually sympathetic, having the takeaway this could be some kind of victim rather than some kind of god or guardian. He saw what the Phytos and the Cordyceps went through. They couldn't go anywhere.
He pats it on the shoulder. As one does when they want to comfort a statue.
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He's being flippantly superficial at the moment, just looking at a pretty statue, noting that it's well-crafted and wondering if that's what the inhabitants of the weird place are going to look like. If so? Nice. New thing to throw in there.
But when he's up close to it he feels something off of it.
The fuck?
"...You know what? I hope you're not anyone in there 'cause having birds shitting on you and knowing about it would be the worst kind of hell." And he is actually sympathetic, having the takeaway this could be some kind of victim rather than some kind of god or guardian. He saw what the Phytos and the Cordyceps went through. They couldn't go anywhere.
He pats it on the shoulder. As one does when they want to comfort a statue.