Zack frowns and starts rubbing the back of his head. He doesn't really want to start slagging off mortals again. Alec's reaction to him doing so hasn't been good, and Zack is trying to learn from it.
“Whatever I say about mortals, I always reckoned that once dead, their souls should be left alone, you know? I've got plenty, in name anyway, but they're kinda...” Cumbersome, Zack. Cumbersome is the word you're looking for.
“...too big for my pockets.”
Good enough.
“In the wastelands and cities, there's fucktons of shiny things lying around. Gems, bits of gold. Abe says they’re worth something outside Antillioch, but aren't worth shite in a hell realm. What if I used those? I can dig some out next time I'm home.”
He does own souls in theory, being a prince of Antillioch, and being the vessel of many apocalypses. But Zack has little use for them, and Abe tends to lay claim to them anyway, not that Zack cares. He doesn't have the head for business and deals. Even if he did, he wouldn't want to be a part of that. None of it appeals, and having to schmooze or suck up to other hellspawn really isn't his idea of time well spent.
He'd rather be exploring, hunting, or eating. Zack is too closely connected to nature for all that abstract made-up stuff. Currency is a construct and capitalism is truly hell. It's bad enough fighting off the demons, without having to constantly throw himself in as a sweetener for any given deal. This isn't vanity. The way some of Abe's guests leer at him, prompts Zack to be absent when they come to call.
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Zack frowns and starts rubbing the back of his head. He doesn't really want to start slagging off mortals again. Alec's reaction to him doing so hasn't been good, and Zack is trying to learn from it.
“Whatever I say about mortals, I always reckoned that once dead, their souls should be left alone, you know? I've got plenty, in name anyway, but they're kinda...” Cumbersome, Zack. Cumbersome is the word you're looking for.
“...too big for my pockets.”
Good enough.
“In the wastelands and cities, there's fucktons of shiny things lying around. Gems, bits of gold. Abe says they’re worth something outside Antillioch, but aren't worth shite in a hell realm. What if I used those? I can dig some out next time I'm home.”
He does own souls in theory, being a prince of Antillioch, and being the vessel of many apocalypses. But Zack has little use for them, and Abe tends to lay claim to them anyway, not that Zack cares. He doesn't have the head for business and deals. Even if he did, he wouldn't want to be a part of that. None of it appeals, and having to schmooze or suck up to other hellspawn really isn't his idea of time well spent.
He'd rather be exploring, hunting, or eating. Zack is too closely connected to nature for all that abstract made-up stuff. Currency is a construct and capitalism is truly hell. It's bad enough fighting off the demons, without having to constantly throw himself in as a sweetener for any given deal. This isn't vanity. The way some of Abe's guests leer at him, prompts Zack to be absent when they come to call.