For shit’s sake, it wasn’t
like there was a twelve-step for being the Scribe Virgin’s
kid:
Hi, I’m Vishous. I’m her son and I’ve been her son for
three hundred years.
HI, VISHOUS.
She’s done a head job on me again, and I’m trying not
to go to the Other Side and scream bloody murder at her.
WE UNDERSTAND, VISHOUS.
And on the bloody note, I’d like to dig up my father
and kill him all over again, but I can’t. So I’m just going to
try to keep my sister alive even though she’s paralyzed,
and attempt to fight the urge to find some pain so I can
deal with this Payne.
YOU’RE A STRAIGHT-UP PUSSY, VISHOUS, BUT WE SUPPORT
YOUR SORRY ASS.
