Language, Sir! There could be ladies present, ya know.
Yeah, she’s definitely my sistah. I’ve got the scars t’ prove it, too. [He shows Ed the back of his hand.] That’s where she stabbed me with her embroidery needle, ‘cause I wouldn’t take a bath.
And, Sir… [He pauses, unsure of how to put things gently.] She had a very large, uh, fall a while back. Made her forget some things. She’s just not in a good state, yeah?
Look, pal. I swear as much as I fucking want. Don’t you fucking dare say anything different. *he glares a little at him*
And it’s not that I don’t believe you, just you make it out like she’s unhappy. And selfish.
The Vev I know is neither.
She’s pretty fucking happy, actually.
….. and forget what, exactly?
[He sighs, unconsciously wringing his hands behind his back. For someone that’s fought off every type of enemy imaginable, Virgil is rather unsettled by the rotting man before him.] Right. Sorry. Forgot Earthians are a bit more… Expressive.
I’m not sayin’ she’s unhappy. I don’t know what she is, really. Haven’t seen her in years… I write her, though. [His voice quiets a bit, as if he’s speaking to himself.] She’s convinced I’m a railroad worker. Don’t have the heart to say otherwise. Had to learn what a train was, though…
[He raises his eyebrows, suspicious.] Nothin’ too big. Just twenty-two years of her life. She ain’t from the Chicago colony, ya know. Ain’t from Earth, either.