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He’s still reeling. His soul, HIS soul, was nearly sentenced to 500 years of doing evil’s bidding. And what it came down to, in the end, was a game. His soul for a game. If Spengler hadn’t stopped them when he did…
Dammit, he isn’t even FROM this world! How dare that spirit even attempt to lay claim to his soul! He could understand if he’d made some sort of deal, but he hadn’t. If Good had lost that game, he would’ve lost his soul with absolutely no say in the matter. Who the fuck made them gods?!
500 years. He’d been one switch flick away from 500 years. 500 years of evil’s bidding.
500 years from Deitmar and Suzi.
Winston knew all along, he realizes. And not only knew, he volunteered to save his soul. It was no skin off Winston’s nose, he knew, but he gained nothing by playing either.
Nothing, that is, except Ryan’s respect.
Dammit, he isn’t even FROM this world! How dare that spirit even attempt to lay claim to his soul! He could understand if he’d made some sort of deal, but he hadn’t. If Good had lost that game, he would’ve lost his soul with absolutely no say in the matter. Who the fuck made them gods?!
500 years. He’d been one switch flick away from 500 years. 500 years of evil’s bidding.
500 years from Deitmar and Suzi.
Winston knew all along, he realizes. And not only knew, he volunteered to save his soul. It was no skin off Winston’s nose, he knew, but he gained nothing by playing either.
Nothing, that is, except Ryan’s respect.
