That was ... awful. Horrible. The worst pun a person could come up with under the circumstances. It was so lame that Solomon found himself laughing again, so hard that he actually curled in on himself with the pain.
"Ow," he gasped, trying to sort through the throb in his side, one hand resting on the spear-jab but not putting any pressure on it at all to avoid hurting his palm as well. "Vandameer, if you're trying to torture me with horrible puns, you're off to a good start. Otherwise, is that really the best you can come up with? I'm disappointed. I truly had a better expectation of your abilities."
Solomon rolled onto his back again, still laughing quietly. It wasn't just at Craven. It was at ... everything, really. The sheer relief he felt, knowing that after all this time, God hadn't abandoned him. He been there for him. Why else did He give Solomon the teddy-bear? The same relief of knowing that he was free, entirely his own person, no matter what the Temple did to him now. He wasn't bound by anything.
The marvelling of the same fact.
He couldn't help but laugh. With amusement, with joy, with relief. He knew how insane it sounded; suspected that he was, in fact, well on the way to being able to be diagnosed as such.
He couldn't care.
He was free.
He sent an encouraging smile toward Craven, the same kind he might give to a young acolyte except this was edged with a smirk. "Go on, Cleric Craven. Give it another try."
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"Ow," he gasped, trying to sort through the throb in his side, one hand resting on the spear-jab but not putting any pressure on it at all to avoid hurting his palm as well. "Vandameer, if you're trying to torture me with horrible puns, you're off to a good start. Otherwise, is that really the best you can come up with? I'm disappointed. I truly had a better expectation of your abilities."
Solomon rolled onto his back again, still laughing quietly. It wasn't just at Craven. It was at ... everything, really. The sheer relief he felt, knowing that after all this time, God hadn't abandoned him. He been there for him. Why else did He give Solomon the teddy-bear? The same relief of knowing that he was free, entirely his own person, no matter what the Temple did to him now. He wasn't bound by anything.
The marvelling of the same fact.
He couldn't help but laugh. With amusement, with joy, with relief. He knew how insane it sounded; suspected that he was, in fact, well on the way to being able to be diagnosed as such.
He couldn't care.
He was free.
He sent an encouraging smile toward Craven, the same kind he might give to a young acolyte except this was edged with a smirk. "Go on, Cleric Craven. Give it another try."