*He casually snapped the crucifix in half*

Eh- sorry-

YOU STILL SEE ME-- I CARE ABOUT YOU, YOU TRAITOR-!
*artsy hissed, in pain*

Jesus-

Uh- have fun in heaven- or hell- I guess- uh-

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*artsy's ghost dying*

LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONNNEEEEE👿👿👿

God damn..

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