I didn't know that about Wednesday. Sounds exactly like the conniving tactics he'd use, but I can't believe the old fuck actually had the stones to go through with it. [ Tech Boy presses his lips together in thought. ] Wednesday's one of the Old war gods. He's the one who wants the fight to get bloody. I've parlayed with him a few times, but he's gotten out of hand recently. Thinking he's still relevant. That he's better than everyone else just because he's been around for a few millennia. The Old Gods have lost touch with reality.

[ He's still not really looking at K, and for a moment he closes his eyes again to reset. Talking about this stuff isn't helpful in Deerington other than to color K's opinion of him as the topic is getting him worked up, and not in the fun way. The piano music smoothly transitions into something a little different as Tech Boy fights down a fresh wave of anxiety. The truth is that the gods are terribly, terribly human. And not in a good way. ]

Who knows what makes the old coots so resistant? [ Spoken quietly, it's not actually a question. He shakes his head. ] Why would anyone rather die than simply learn a modern way of getting the same results? Why wait for someone to sacrifice a white-haired goat at midnight during a full moon when they can just click a hyperlink instead? I don't get it. [ and he really doesn't. ]

You don't-- [ his still dilated gaze seeks to meet K's again, uncertainty hiding in the look. ] really want to hear about any of this, do you?