"You know, if I'd met you back home, I'd think you were absolutely one batshit crazy fucker." He lets out a laugh, grinning despite himself.

"I mean, half of the shit you say... I don't even know if I get it. Been a long damn time since I thought about God, let alone-- what'd you call it? Shamanistic spirits." Whatever the fuck that entails.

"A kitchen knife, huh? Clumsy day cooking, the missus get angry... How the hell'd it happen?"