Skwisgaar listened as he took a deep hit of the potent pot, holding it in and letting his body absorb as much as possible before he needed air, sighing out and taking a slow, measured breath in. He looked to Miniver and smoothed his hair out of his face, shaking his head. He was hiding again, even when he was opening up.
Skwisgaar could understand that, but disliked it. "You make Toki happy, and Pickle happy. When they are happy, Nathan is less angry. Murgleface is always angry anyway, but you calm him down. When you chose me to bear the weight of your anger, I wondered why at first, but there was a strange sort of honor that came along with it. That you would show that brutality, that darkness, to me. It fueled me back then. But I don't run on darkness any more." He offered the pipe back. "I can't. I have far more to offer to the world. I spent all that anger and loathing in the first world, and the second made me more humble. This world dares to make me happy when I've never known it in my life. I miss Toki greatly, and I miss my daughter, but I've got a young Toki to look after, a beautiful, darling wife, and a family that I would never trade, even for youth. But what makes the weights on my heart come undone is the fact that you want to be rid of that anger as well."
He stopped talking and shook his head with a wry smile, before his permanent frown overrode it. "Sometimes I is thinkings on dats you mights has beens right to beings a total dildos asshole dicksface at me. Buts dats was dens, ja?"