Sixteen- [Audio]

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[He tries to filter this to just Will, but fails miserably at it because he's hurting.]

Our Father who are in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, they will be done- [He dissolves into mumbles for a while.] -not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.Water, Will. Please. God...I cannot think. Just give me something...something to

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[John doesn't answer the door. It's unlocked, for Will, but of course he doesn't know that.]

Just...enter. [He was lying on his cot of a bed, curled up. The only illumination came from a single lamp sitting on his desk.]

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[John looked up to Howie, his eyes half glazed with pain. He's barely able to truly function and the thought of reaching out for anything was maddening. And yet, the water was there, within his grasp. His stomach was so full, but his throat was so dry. He warred with himself for a long, long while before finally reaching out to take it.]

Sergeant. Have you come to kill me? [There was no physical damage to be had and he wouldn't die from it, but his mind certainly felt like it might. And he was almost begging Howie to do it.]

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[John didn't hear the stammer. He didn't hear any imperfections. Just...Howie's voice. His voice that John had silenced.]

Like I did. [He focused on opening the bottle and placed it against his lips. But, like any other water he had before, nothing could quench his thirst. He had spent an hour with his head in the sink, trying to make it stop, but it wouldn't. It provided only meager, temporary relief.]

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[He didn't answer. He didn't want to lie to him, not in this state, but he couldn't tell him the truth, either. He just put a hand against his face (God, it hurt so bad!) and let the now empty bottle fall to the floor.]

First Peter...two...twenty one. Say it. Please. Say it.

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No. [The admission slipped out before he could stop it and he curled up a bit more, the pain in his side the strongest now. He was surprised that he could even speak now, but he supposed that was a little "gift" from the Admiral.]

Nothing is better.

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[He almost groaned, but stopped himself. Complaining wouldn't get him anywhere. And so all he could do was curl up on his cot, his entire body screaming in pain while his previous victim took pity on him. Pity. He hated it.]

No doctors. Just...pray if you wish. [If he couldn't pray, then he would get others to. It was soothing.]

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[John reached out to try and grab Howie's hand, but he wasn't attempting very hard. He just wanted to get his attention.]

I...should have just killed you outright. [It wasn't an apology by any means, but it was...a step closer. He might not be entirely coherent, but he knew at least that much. Sinners like the whore, the pederast...they deserved this pain. But now Howie.]

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[John drew his hand back and covered his face once more.]

This suffering...all of this...is not for you. [He brought a hand to his face once more, fingers trembling as he reminded himself, though that touch, that there was no blood.]