[ Most things don't seem to. It's the sentiment that matters. Though Squalo isn't exactly trying to hurt him; he just keeps that sword pointed, expression twisted. His arm starts shaking a little. ]
Take me to God, then. I want to kill him.
[ Whoa there, blasphemy, loud and clear in the middle of a hallway. ]
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Take me to God, then. I want to kill him.
[ Whoa there, blasphemy, loud and clear in the middle of a hallway. ]