Speaking from my dealings with any kind of goddess. I can probably guess. But that was the bad kind. The good kind must be more of a snooze than a black abyss of despair.
[He drums his fingers on the edge of the balcony.] So you came back here, got yourself a club... And no happy ending to speak of.
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[He drums his fingers on the edge of the balcony.] So you came back here, got yourself a club... And no happy ending to speak of.