Blather, rinse, repeat

If only you weren't right about screwed up religion. Well, I suppose I often let myself fantasize about the alternate universe and how it would actually turn out splendidly. Though, to be honest, I don't usually think of religion there, more like animals that don't go extinct, and bastards that don't get born.

The heart on his tail, btw, is too cute.

I forgot it was the cushings that came first. I'll be forever indebted to you for your translations. I'm still awful with accents.