"Dee, I wish that was true. My job would be easier."
Damien looked down and shook his head. "You're not. You at the bar, Davy's been attacked again, we almost lost Rik and Mikkel to his family not long ago, Rekker opening his wrist, or someone else's face, every few months recently."
Damien sighed and stared at the singer almost sprawled on the ground. "Well, in case you haven't noticed, the reason you can think you're all safe is because someone is your shield all day, every day. While you're laying on the ground yelling at me maybe you should think harder on the name of your drummer and what that means outside of a fantasy realm?"
Damien was about to step right over Dee but instead turned his back and pushed his long hair back. He's stressing out. The pressure here, and back home, and Dee's own 'art' was driving Damien over the edge. Maybe it was what Dee sang about that made him so agitated. It was too close to home and Dee was so blind to it.
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Damien looked down and shook his head. "You're not. You at the bar, Davy's been attacked again, we almost lost Rik and Mikkel to his family not long ago, Rekker opening his wrist, or someone else's face, every few months recently."
Damien sighed and stared at the singer almost sprawled on the ground. "Well, in case you haven't noticed, the reason you can think you're all safe is because someone is your shield all day, every day. While you're laying on the ground yelling at me maybe you should think harder on the name of your drummer and what that means outside of a fantasy realm?"
Damien was about to step right over Dee but instead turned his back and pushed his long hair back. He's stressing out. The pressure here, and back home, and Dee's own 'art' was driving Damien over the edge. Maybe it was what Dee sang about that made him so agitated. It was too close to home and Dee was so blind to it.