[Now that Marco pretty much has his own personal prayer box in the form of a radio, he's been talking to it pretty much every day, if not multiple times per day. Sometimes it's small stuff; sometimes it turns into somewhat more intense and personal rambling about how much he feels like his soul is cracking and falling apart bit by bit.
Oh my God, I didn't mean to bring you a serial killer, I... [He grasps the sides of the radio as if he were trying to, say, cling to the Fourth God's shoulders.]
He's a monster, he's insane! I mean... I'm... He's not, not literally a monster yet, it's a matter of morals, he's just completely deranged, I-I would have thought she would take him if I'd known-- Is that why he's here? Did she orchestrate this, have I created a spy?! I didn't mean to, oh God, oh GOD...!
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Today, it's about a conversation he had.]
Oh my God, I didn't mean to bring you a serial killer, I... [He grasps the sides of the radio as if he were trying to, say, cling to the Fourth God's shoulders.]
He's a monster, he's insane! I mean... I'm... He's not, not literally a monster yet, it's a matter of morals, he's just completely deranged, I-I would have thought she would take him if I'd known-- Is that why he's here? Did she orchestrate this, have I created a spy?! I didn't mean to, oh God, oh GOD...!
What do we do? What do we do?