Maybe, who knows? What if I actually attempted to figure out what the flying shit my aspect actually meant so I could have helped more than just wildly swinging my sickle around like a wannabe thresher? What if I also went out and obtained god pajamas and was a more viable asset to the team? The point is, who the fuck knows!

[ he just shrugs, and for a second it seems like he stops there, but he might have just been catching his breath as he quickly moves on. ]

What matters is that you are not actually evil and hungry for slaughter.