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prayer - night five
God... I don't know how much longer I'm gonna be able to do this. And I'm serious, I really don't.
Today, Miss Mary got killed, but also... A kid. It's different, when it's an adult, 'cus I mean, shit, they know what they're doin', right? Okay, well, they don't 'cus of ghosts or whatever, but still. It ain't like I'm pullin' the trigger or nothin', but still, I... I'm responsible, ain't I? I guess we all are, but still. I'm the one that figures out who's who, so I'm the one that gets people to vote for someone, basically. I know I can't change who the killer is, but... Why a kid? That's all I'm wonderin'. I mean, shit, he'd never even been to football camp.
I do want to thank you for lookin' out for us, though. Every day, I'm more grateful that you decided to give me your grace, since the people that I'm workin' with, they're real smart. They don't even need me, I swear, 'cus they figure all of this out themselves it seems like with no problem. So I hope you keep lookin' out for them, 'cus besides bein' the only hope we got? They're good people. They care a lot about everyone livin' too.
But now for the heavy shit, I guess.
Tonight, I'm prayin' for Miss Mary, and for the kid, Bart. Miss Mary, she was real kind, and smart, too. She reminded me of... Well, she reminded me a little of Amy, but without the V thing, you know? And I guess without the hippie shit... Aw, fuck, maybe it's just 'cus she was nice, but still. She was a nice woman, and the way she died— That's fuckin' sick. Not like any of them are good, but chokin' to death on marshmallows has got to be one hell of a way to go. So I hope she's doin' well by your side, and writin' lots of music.
As for Bart, I hope he's by your side too. The more I learn about this, the more I wanna believe that the people killin' are innocent too. Well, maybe 'cept for Mega-Me, because excuse me for sayin' it, but she was kind of a bitch. But. This ain't about her. I hope that he's at least restin' peacefully, and... I'm sorry. I'm sorry it had to be you, kid.
At least it's tirin', prayin' for the people that die every day. 'Cause I don't think I'd be sleepin' at all otherwise. Ain't the most cheerful way to end, but I ain't feelin' too cheerful anyways, so.
Amen.
Today, Miss Mary got killed, but also... A kid. It's different, when it's an adult, 'cus I mean, shit, they know what they're doin', right? Okay, well, they don't 'cus of ghosts or whatever, but still. It ain't like I'm pullin' the trigger or nothin', but still, I... I'm responsible, ain't I? I guess we all are, but still. I'm the one that figures out who's who, so I'm the one that gets people to vote for someone, basically. I know I can't change who the killer is, but... Why a kid? That's all I'm wonderin'. I mean, shit, he'd never even been to football camp.
I do want to thank you for lookin' out for us, though. Every day, I'm more grateful that you decided to give me your grace, since the people that I'm workin' with, they're real smart. They don't even need me, I swear, 'cus they figure all of this out themselves it seems like with no problem. So I hope you keep lookin' out for them, 'cus besides bein' the only hope we got? They're good people. They care a lot about everyone livin' too.
But now for the heavy shit, I guess.
Tonight, I'm prayin' for Miss Mary, and for the kid, Bart. Miss Mary, she was real kind, and smart, too. She reminded me of... Well, she reminded me a little of Amy, but without the V thing, you know? And I guess without the hippie shit... Aw, fuck, maybe it's just 'cus she was nice, but still. She was a nice woman, and the way she died— That's fuckin' sick. Not like any of them are good, but chokin' to death on marshmallows has got to be one hell of a way to go. So I hope she's doin' well by your side, and writin' lots of music.
As for Bart, I hope he's by your side too. The more I learn about this, the more I wanna believe that the people killin' are innocent too. Well, maybe 'cept for Mega-Me, because excuse me for sayin' it, but she was kind of a bitch. But. This ain't about her. I hope that he's at least restin' peacefully, and... I'm sorry. I'm sorry it had to be you, kid.
At least it's tirin', prayin' for the people that die every day. 'Cause I don't think I'd be sleepin' at all otherwise. Ain't the most cheerful way to end, but I ain't feelin' too cheerful anyways, so.
Amen.
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so he listens as usual, giving a customary:] You're welcome. [when Jason gives his thanks, grinning to himself when Mega-me is mentioned, and waiting until the end of it before he stands. he holds his arms above his head, stretching.]
She's doing well enough! Bart... We won't know about him until tomorrow, but things will be harder for him. [if what he's seen from Bigby is any indication, anyway. he reaches up toward Jason's shoulder in what would have been a reassuring pat if his hand didn't phase through. he doesn't let that stop him, though he does give his hand a strange, quiet look.]
...You aren't doing poorly, so you had better keep it up, even if it gets hard. We're counting on you. If we do as well as you guys have been, we'll be able to bring you important information tomorrow, so... wish us luck, too. [with little else, he turns to exit the cabin.]