He Who Fights With Monsters 7 (He Who Fights with Monsters, #7)

by Shirtaloon

“Did you use your half-cooked god powers to change my clothes?” “Nope,” Jason lied. “You were wearing that the whole time.” Farrah conjured her sword. “I’m going to enjoy this.”

“This is about you. Be who you are. Make sure you’re chasing what you want and not what you think you should want.

“You're not Luke Skywalker,” Farrah called out from her lounger. “Shut up,” he said, continuing his sword dance uninterrupted. “Anakin, maybe. Prequels, not Clone Wars.” Jason stumbled. “That’s just low,” he muttered as she laughed.

you didn’t give her essences as well, did you?” “I wouldn’t do that without telling you.” “No? Do we need to discuss Pat Benatar?” “Who told…? I mean, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I have enough regrets that I don’t need to borrow ones I didn’t earn.”

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said about Jason,” Clive said to Neil. “While somehow still including the phrase ‘smug prick.’”

Some people are simply ill-suited to remaining unremarkable.”

“I am glad that your path has brightened, Gareth.” “Ken, I told you to call me Gary.” “Yet you persist in calling my aunt Sweet Buns,” Ken said.

You shouldn’t try killing Asano anyway. He probably won’t stay dead.” “You know how he came back?” “No, but I saw his certification from the Church of Death and it said he's died four times. So far. It actually said ‘so far’ on the certification. I've never seen that before.”

“I used to be better at hiding my emotions,” Jason said. “I guess they used to be smaller.

“What kind of solution were you thinking of?” “Writing a song called ‘I’m Jason Asano and I Love Prostitutes,’ getting blind drunk and then painting the lyrics on the market boulevard in giant letters until someone arrests me.”

Jason had spent some of his darkest days alone but for the three lovable death machines he carried inside him.

“Since when does something not being true stop people from believing in it?”

“Once people invest enough in an idea, true or false no longer matters. They have made it such an intrinsic part of their identity that any challenge to that idea’s validity is viewed as an attack. Once it takes hold in an entire culture, that culture becomes very dangerous to its neighbours.”

“Does it seem to anyone else like there's a surprising amount of blood on the ground?” Humphrey asked. “There was a battle,” Ken said. “And people have a lot of blood in them,” Neil said. He was a healer and knew this better than most. “Yep,” Sophie agreed. “You’d be surprised at how much there is once you take it all out.”

if he wanted things to go better than they had in the past, he needed to be better himself.

“I don’t suppose you’d like to share who or what that backer is?” Liara asked. “I'm sure it'll dawn on you eventually,”

“At least with politics, they only stab you in the back. It’s a nice change from being stabbed in the everything.”

Now that his full item set was back in his possession, he was able to use the various set abilities again. For the cloud flask, this meant simple cloud constructs that could serve as a shield or a platform for movement, but mostly ended up being chairs, hammocks and, in one case, a mud toboggan.

you’re in a place where you have to confront what is, in your mind, the worst possible outcome, before you can see that it isn’t the end of the world and you do have a path forward. You’ve faced the literal end of the world, Jason. Are you going to let a metaphorical one stop you?”