[There's no denial with Sniper: just a rush of cold certainty that crystallizes into a sharp, painful knot in their chest.
that god belongs here, and so – here you are!
Only a lifetime of practicing perfect control keeps Sniper in their seat. The horror of knowing there was something divine inside them, changing them—what kind of joke was this, for a god-killer?]
How do we get it out? How do we make it send us home? Why us?
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that god belongs here, and so – here you are!
Only a lifetime of practicing perfect control keeps Sniper in their seat. The horror of knowing there was something divine inside them, changing them—what kind of joke was this, for a god-killer?]
How do we get it out? How do we make it send us home? Why us?