[ where is his apology edible arrangement, viktor ... also does he still have a missing hand. can they regrow those in the graveyard.

and bro. the letter literally minutes before this. clicking his tongue and crossing his arms, tail swaying around his ankles. ]

You don't even know what the danger is, and I've been through plenty of dangerous situations and come out smelling of daisies, so I'll pick and choose my dangers as I please. I barely had a choice at any rate, you show up on Wednesday wearing the face of demonic entity, then a glorious prince strides in to tell me that well of course he would never want to make you choose. As if there is any real choice to be made. [ why would anyone sane or insane not choose the giant handsome good-hearted prince. ] We walk through hell together on Thursday and then a letter arrives the moment I wake up telling me that you're - what was it - weighing the options of telling me you love me.

Also I'm supposedly tasked with a mission to find the missing corpse of Callisto's brother in addition to the news that I, in fact, have a room to myself now.

So that is how my week has been. If the creature that haunts the soul of this machine chooses to consume me, it might be a blessed fucking relief.