I hear people dying in my head all the time. I black out and wake up places days later and I don't know how I got there. Everyone I care about is gone or dead or both. I don't care what anybody's reason is for working with me, but no one else is exactly knocking down doors to keep me from gushing crazy over everything.
Magic is my forte and your problem stems from magic. Of course, the choice is yours. If you come to my shop, then I will help with your, ah, problem. If not, then it is no loss of mine.
Are you literally trying to tell me money could've fixed all this? How many Prada bags I've bought with money that I could've used to make myself be normal again?
I'm saying I doubt money is gonna be the fix-all for this. I've known other people who understand what banshees are and what they can do before, and it's not like money came up when they were dealing out solutions. It was mostly murder.
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And I understand a little of gifts that overshadow your life.
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I'll come by when we're not all cage fighting pikachus or whatever.
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