Callan smiled softly. “That’s ‘cause you bring out the best in me.”
“- only, it feels dishonest. Like I’m pretending, because I’ve already done the absolute worst thing a person can do… many times.”
“I’m damned no matter what I do, and I deserve it.” Callan said with a defeated look. “I don’t want to drag you down with me.”
“Well, Old Abi gave me the impression that time is of the essence here, so we better find out.” Barrett said, taking the writing apparatus and turning Gonvonope around so he could rest on his back.
He scribbled down everything The Reaper had said, then handed the pad back. The pen finding its way into his pocket.
Shepherd ran to hit the ball back to the other side.
Jack was now wearing the elf’s helmet.