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"You lost me at gods."
Steven stared at you helplessly, his hands open in both supplication and despair. The incredulous look on your face, bordering on flightiness, was his worst nightmare, the suspicion in your eyes sending daggers through his chest. Struggling for words, he found he couldn't speak, arrested by the fear that he was hammering in the final nail of the coffin, any future with you terminated before it properly began.
"I know it's a lot to process, yeah?" he managed to say, swallowing thickly. "And it sounds like bollocks, believe me. I didn't believe it myself when Marc first told me, but then there was the stupid pigeon chasing me around like a horror movie and-"
"You were being chased by a pigeon?"
"No, no, he's not really a pigeon. He's got the wrong skull for that."
You reared back in your seat, blinking furiously as you processed his words. "I'm sorry, but you've got to be kidding me. You sound like a nutcase."
Flinching, Steven scrambled to save face. "I know, yeah? It's absolutely nutty. But it's true. I...do you remember me talking about Khonshu?"
You thought for a moment, gnawing on your lip. "The god you dislike?"
"Yes, him. That's...he's real, and that's who I'm an avatar for. Well, it's more like Marc is his avatar and I'm just a nuisance, but him, yes. He's...kind of a bird."
"A bird? I thought he was a god."
"The gods are often depicted as half-animal."
"Ah, okay, I see."
Hope flared in Steven's chest. "You do?"
"Yes, you're at the mercy of a pigeon."
Marc pushed to the front as Steven quailed. "That isn't funny."
