There's a feeling in him like something just got sunk. Something that's not one of Meulin's ships. A little more hesitantly this time, he types.
TC: a vision. TC: with wicked vision my brother has been bestowed by the holy, bearing fruit unpalatable. TC: this is what he dost mean to preach to me. TC: ain't it?
He doesn't wish to scare him, but he wants to be sure.
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Date: 7 Dec 2013 11:13 (UTC)TC: a vision.
TC: with wicked vision my brother has been bestowed by the holy, bearing fruit unpalatable.
TC: this is what he dost mean to preach to me.
TC: ain't it?
He doesn't wish to scare him, but he wants to be sure.