"The truth hurts." Plain, simple. People got tired of hearing it faster than any dance tracks. There was also merit to what the guy was saying about country, even if there were a handful of songs in the genre worth listening to. It had heart.
"Yeah," Spike agreed, followed by another exhale, not the least bit torn up by the state of affairs. It wasn't shock that kept him neutral, suspended in eerie calmness. The guy was young by the looks of him, not that looks meant much of anything. He could have bore witness to other terrors, different monsters — the human kind — prior to popping into this dimension. And it was a different dimension, had to be, he was certain of it.
"It's magic." A level of vehemence attached to that particular nasty word. "You put on fabric of reality altering spells like this one and someone always pays the price." The witch, them, the world. If someone was behind this, Spike had to wonder if they were still alive to tell them whether this was the intended result — if it was on-going, a group ritual of sorts, or an accident.
"This isn't the first time I've been snatched by an unseeable force."
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"Yeah," Spike agreed, followed by another exhale, not the least bit torn up by the state of affairs. It wasn't shock that kept him neutral, suspended in eerie calmness. The guy was young by the looks of him, not that looks meant much of anything. He could have bore witness to other terrors, different monsters — the human kind — prior to popping into this dimension. And it was a different dimension, had to be, he was certain of it.
"It's magic." A level of vehemence attached to that particular nasty word. "You put on fabric of reality altering spells like this one and someone always pays the price." The witch, them, the world. If someone was behind this, Spike had to wonder if they were still alive to tell them whether this was the intended result — if it was on-going, a group ritual of sorts, or an accident.
"This isn't the first time I've been snatched by an unseeable force."