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[falsehymn]

❝But I tell you, do not swear
an oath at all:
either by Heaven, for it is God’s throne;
or by the earth,
for it is His footstool;
or by Jerusalem, for it is the
city of the Great King.
And do not swear by your head,
for you cannot make even
one hair white
or black.
All you need to say is simply 'Yes' or 'No';
anything beyond this comes from
the evil one.
—Matthew 5:34-37

Comments

[legendofthelion]

[A beat. Then maybe what Solomon knows is also something that Sika didn't tell him, either.]

Wouldn't let you make a decision for me anyway. [She can make her own bad decisions, thank you.]

[impacter]

That's what I like to hear.

[He turns briefly, to look towards the bar. The inky spread against the back of his neck sticks out like a sore thumb, like a plague spreading to wrap a noose around his neck.]

We can talk later. Alright?

[legendofthelion]

[... Well, that's alarming. Dehya thought disappearing into the shadows was getting to be weird enough, though it's less noticeable when she's actually in the light.

She almost asks if he can feel that, but. Maybe not in a crowd.] Okay, but not too late because I have something I need to do this evening. I probably won't stay here too long either way.

[Come, meet the people she didn't already know had a contract, and go.]

[impacter]

Where we last met, perhaps? I'll be conscientious of your time.

[He's probably going to be in and out of here all night, but he can spare a few for her.]

[legendofthelion]

Sure, see you there after lunch. [At waves hands vaguely. Some time.]