"Bells an' whistles," he confirms with a tilt of his head. With a flick of his fingers, he produces an archaic, roughly pressed coin with solar motifs, and offers it to Will for inspection. He remains very casual about the whole thing.
"Legends if ya wanna use that word. I tend ta keep it ta Stories." A corner of his lips curls, but no smile reaches his eyes.
"Makes fer lower expectations." He shrugs a shoulder.
"I've been a lotta things b'fore what I am, and another bunch since bein' here. If it's Believed ta be True, it is. So..." Sweeney looks up, trying to come up with a simpler way to put it.
"Basically, I'm all the things I've been. Which is why I don't get ta have that dream part. Harkin was me, so he is me."
If that makes any fucking sense. It's obvious he's open to questions. It's weird as fuck. Especially for a human. A human that's going through his own shit.
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"Legends if ya wanna use that word. I tend ta keep it ta Stories." A corner of his lips curls, but no smile reaches his eyes.
"Makes fer lower expectations." He shrugs a shoulder.
"I've been a lotta things b'fore what I am, and another bunch since bein' here. If it's Believed ta be True, it is. So..." Sweeney looks up, trying to come up with a simpler way to put it.
"Basically, I'm all the things I've been. Which is why I don't get ta have that dream part. Harkin was me, so he is me."
If that makes any fucking sense. It's obvious he's open to questions. It's weird as fuck. Especially for a human. A human that's going through his own shit.