[ The footsteps behind him make his entire body tense as he whips around, his hands gripping the beads in his hand like he'll need them to defend himself, until he spots Koby. Just Koby. It's fine, if it's Koby.
Tim sniffles and wipes the tears from his eyes and cheeks with his sleeve, uselessly. He's not hiding it. He'll never be able to hide anything ever again, he thinks, all his limited capacity for underhandedness blown on this game and Hawk's secrets. ]
I would ask Father Keane if it's still sacrilege to burn it down if I build a new one, but. [ He's gone. Killed in this room. How sick is it, that he's grateful not to have scrubbed his blood out of the floorboards like he did Embry's? ] Maybe it doesn't matter. I don't think He's listening here.
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Date: 2024-10-23 02:25 am (UTC)Tim sniffles and wipes the tears from his eyes and cheeks with his sleeve, uselessly. He's not hiding it. He'll never be able to hide anything ever again, he thinks, all his limited capacity for underhandedness blown on this game and Hawk's secrets. ]
I would ask Father Keane if it's still sacrilege to burn it down if I build a new one, but. [ He's gone. Killed in this room. How sick is it, that he's grateful not to have scrubbed his blood out of the floorboards like he did Embry's? ] Maybe it doesn't matter. I don't think He's listening here.