“But, darling dearest, I’m to become a martyr for the gods on the morrow!” “You said you don’t know any of the details about this so-called prophecy you’re following.” “Well, no, but one can imagine.” He scrunched his nose. “Though one wishes not to. One wishes, instead, to pretend to have been thrust into the role of selfless savior, be treated like the foolish hero one is, and have one’s cock milked.”
