(the face he makes is not one of disbelief, but rather, one that is buffering the information she's giving him. he's fought so many things up to this point, nothing sounds improbable, and knowing what he knows about the diversity of universes that are behind them, around them, made from them... he won't ever think this is unbelievable. rather, his brain works to put together information. carl jung. archetypes. lionel corbett. gods.
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interesting.)
I believe you. Why do you look so sad, though?