I facepalm. “I knew I forgot something! I’m an idiot, I forgot to ask You if You needed me to go get DNA again. I saw how badly You were glitching in the Heist.”

I will be fine, dearest. I do appreciate your concern, but this Vessel will last Me a little while yet.

(His expression becomes more severe, souring visibly at her self-deprecating talk.)

And you are not an idiot, My Grace. I will not have you demean yourself. After all, am I the kind of being that would abide, if you were indeed a fool?

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Mostly, I write stuff. And, like the Egyptians and the Internet, I put cat pictures on my walls. Also, I can read your Tarot.