Tetanus Central [Fitz]

To Abby, there didn't seem to be much difference in virtues between deities, save for one being described as a bit more benevolent. She didn't really hold any bias toward either. It's hard to hold any anger to something you don't believe exists. People however, were a different story.

She almost gasped when he shared his reasoning. "Oh my god. That's awful." No wonder Fitz held them all in such contempt. They were murderers.

She pondered opening up a bit more. Maybe they could have a little heart to heart? If he was so open to talk about his issues, maybe they could treat it as a free therapy session. An opportunity to feel a bit better about the past. But the optimistic idea dissipated quickly when he spoke again.

He spoke of genocide with a smile on his face. Maybe those fuckers deserved it, but the fact that he was eager to commit atrocity in pursuit of vengeance made stomach sink low. Of course she ended up talking to maniac. And know, she had to find a way to leave it. Without dying.
"All of them? how?" She asked quietly, the sudden fear audible in her voice. If she could get him to rant again, maybe she could leave without him noticing.