[Harry's also the name for a guy with an impressive mustache. Costeau is the name for a guy with a monocle. He should revel in the name Harry.]
Drifter. Eli's not my name, nor is Wu Ming or Germaine. But they worked when I needed somethin' for somebody to call me.
[Drifter never picked a name for himself. If anything, Drifter's one of the more natural names he has, a true identifier, because he didn't fashion the thing himself. It's a name that came from wandering, when people would remember seeing him every ten or twenty years, wandering through with wares or looking for mediocre work; unheard of among his kind.]
[Risen aspired to bigger things, right? Honestly Drifter was no different. He just didn't show it to just anyone.]
[That was a lot of 'cool's though. How the hell do you even read that? Ah, well.]
So, another one o' them theoretical questions. You got a devil you can make a deal with. You'll never feel a day of pain again, but he gets to take your voice. Not your soul? Just your words. You'll never speak to another person, nobody'll understand your writin'. But you wouldn't starve, you'd always be clean, you'd never be wantin' for comfort outside of the need for conversation.
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Drifter. Eli's not my name, nor is Wu Ming or Germaine. But they worked when I needed somethin' for somebody to call me.
[Drifter never picked a name for himself. If anything, Drifter's one of the more natural names he has, a true identifier, because he didn't fashion the thing himself. It's a name that came from wandering, when people would remember seeing him every ten or twenty years, wandering through with wares or looking for mediocre work; unheard of among his kind.]
[Risen aspired to bigger things, right? Honestly Drifter was no different. He just didn't show it to just anyone.]
[That was a lot of 'cool's though. How the hell do you even read that? Ah, well.]
So, another one o' them theoretical questions. You got a devil you can make a deal with. You'll never feel a day of pain again, but he gets to take your voice. Not your soul? Just your words. You'll never speak to another person, nobody'll understand your writin'. But you wouldn't starve, you'd always be clean, you'd never be wantin' for comfort outside of the need for conversation.