[This is definitely a conversation that requires copious amounts of beer. Ivar listens, really listening in that way that most people usually don't, too busy thinking of other things or focusing on what they're going to say next. This is the first time Spike has spoken candidly about himself, so Ivar takes it in. When he finally pauses, he can only say one thing.]
Fuck. And I thought my life was complicated.
[Then he cocks his head, asking almost the same question his father had once asked of a priest he had made a slave.]
no subject
Fuck. And I thought my life was complicated.
[Then he cocks his head, asking almost the same question his father had once asked of a priest he had made a slave.]
What is a soul?