He introduced himself as Wednesday when conveniently crossing paths with me when they let me out for her funeral. Ironically, one of the first things I told him was thanks for not treating me like an asshole.

[ Was there alcohol around? Shadow wasn't sure he could endure sharing this story much more while sober. At least the blonde was receptive and empathetic. He tried to straighten and shake off the weight that his truth had on him, poorly. ]

Thanks. ...I'm sorry a god put you through what your shirt says. I don't believe in lumping anyone into a category but I've disliked more than liked the ones I've met. They aren't all bad though. I've met a couple goddesses who were kind. Are kind.

[ And some who left him really unsettled. But he'd talked about enough depressing shit for one encounter. ]

I'm Shadow, by the way. Shadow Moon.