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"God is dead" Schizophrenia muttered as he rocked back and forth.
He'd recently been on a religious kick, and it was now biting him in the ass, to no one's surprise.
"We killed Him" he shuddered at his own words. "Mankind killed God"
"Then a new God shall come along" PTSD reasoned, placing a firm hand on the other man's shoulder. "Religions come and go. A new God will come along to fill the void"
"You think so?" Schizophrenia asked hopefully. PTSD did not actually believe in any sort of religion but, if it made Schizophrenia feel better...
"I know so"
