"Hey Daugherty?"

"What, Colte."

"Did you find out who had subscribed you to that...what was it..."

"The real estate firm? Yes, I did, actually. I had told my old landlord to send any important mail to my new address. For some reason, he thought I still needed advertisements from the firm I was consulting when I had just bought a new house."

"How much mail had you gotten?"

"By the time I got back from our last mission? Forty-two letters."

"Jeez..."

"It took a good three days of work to sort through everything. I had considered burning it all several times."

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"...hey Daugherty?"

"What, Colte."

"What does the word 'Jeez' mean?"

"...It's short for Jesus. You say it all the time."

"What's that short for?"

"...Jesus Christ?"

"...doesn't that sound like a name to you? Who the fuck is Jesus Christ?"

"...now that you mention it..."

"I mean, he must have been someone, right? Why do we say his name?"

"It does roll off the tongue quite well."

"...hey Daugherty?"

"What?"

"What language are we speaking right now?"

"...english?"

"Yeah. Why the fuck is it called English. There's no country that has a name close to that."

"A language doesn't have to be named after the country it originates from."

"Yeah, sure, why not. Why the fuck does everyone speak it?!"

"It's an international language? Some people have thick dialects that I can't fully understand-"

"We are LITERALLY separated into humans and Spirits, and both have like...a bazillion ethnic groups how do we ALL only speak English?!"

"...maybe it was that Jesus Christ guy from earlier?"

"I'm gonna go mad..."