You literally just thought I was being serious when I said Tassie was full of mutants. We're in a world where fuckin' trees can go get themselves possessed, and I have a pet koala from a dream that's chewing on a bit of steak instead of eucalyptus.

Forget the narwhal person. Me being a able to go, "hey, Rani, mate, your country's been independent for seventy years and regularly kick the shit out of England at their national sport" and that being a surprise to you instead of something you just know is fucking— it's messed up.

( And then... ) Oh— fuck.

( That is the sound of realisation. And of someone realising she maybe was just kind of a dick. And... maybe there was a better way to deliver that nugget of info. )