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That's the long part of the story.

[ A myriad long. Impossibly long. He scrubs a hand across his face again, taps his fingers on the face of the Omni, sighs.

It's a crossroads. To be John is to accept defeat at the hands of these petty, crowded smaller gods; to backpedal towards God would be tacky. ]

Call me Teacher, if you're willing.

I'll take 'Captain' if you're not. Though, after this fight, that one might rightly belong to you.

'The guy with the skeletons' has always worked in a pinch.

[ He thinks he's funny. He thinks he's doing her a favor by not starting with so by the way I'm God dropped into her inbox like a breakup text. ]