100 Words: Nostalgia
They met in front of Saint Peters, a joke for both of them. It had been a long time.
“You’re looking well… considering,” the Savior finally offered.
“Doing well… considering,” the Deceiver acknowledged.
“I heard you got out with a fair number of… artifacts.”
“Lemme guess. You want the Spear?”
The Savior blinked, then chuckled. “You were always better at this sort of thing.”
“You can have it. No strings. You know, it even still has some of your blood on it.”
“Really? I’ll be damned!”
“That’ll be the day.”
Then they laughed until the Swiss Guard made them leave.
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For consideration: "Do you remember the way that we grinned / the night that the Great War came to an end?"
“You’re looking well… considering,” the Savior finally offered.
“Doing well… considering,” the Deceiver acknowledged.
“I heard you got out with a fair number of… artifacts.”
“Lemme guess. You want the Spear?”
The Savior blinked, then chuckled. “You were always better at this sort of thing.”
“You can have it. No strings. You know, it even still has some of your blood on it.”
“Really? I’ll be damned!”
“That’ll be the day.”
Then they laughed until the Swiss Guard made them leave.
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For consideration: "Do you remember the way that we grinned / the night that the Great War came to an end?"