She nodded. She didn't understand yet she wanted to remain sympathetic.
"I'm playing catch up in an incredibly lethal chess match," I continued. "My advantage is I'm not f**k-nuts crazy like the rest of you people. I don't mean to insult you. I simply want to make it clear how I feel. All the societies are spiritually malformed blights on reality; evil, twisted and predatory."
"But you like us," she observed.
"I'm going to Hell," I risked much by brushing her nose with my finger from brow to the edge of the veil. "I might as well enjoy the journey." Since I returned with all the fingers I started out with, I could tell she appreciated my caress.
Our other guests were getting restless, so I had to end our interaction there. A lone man approached. He looked to be a Turkish/Mongolian mixt
