✞10 Days since my Last Confession✞

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[✝]Daniel 10:8

So I was left alone to see this grand vision.
I had no strength left in me.
My face turned deathly pale: for my comeliness was turned in me into corruption and I was helpless.[✝]

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[It was about time he paid a visit to the church again. Heaven knew he had to be more consistent with it. Those two lost days of time worried him as well, maybe he should stop by the hospital first….

Nah.

He wasn’t paying attention to his communicator at all, really. He didn’t want to get distracted by anything (as much as he sincerely wished to be), his main focus on checking up with Anderson and Maxwell. More people were complaining about this loss of time, it was just best to see if those two were adversely effected by it. Nothing wrong with being safe.

The church door was open? Now, that was a new one. The priest slipped in, confused. Where was everyone? Maxwell would never be so careless as to leave the door open like this. And Anderson? No, he'd never allow that! Concern started to gnaw at him, and he turned down a familiar hallway, heading right to the door that protected the Arch Bishop. Would it open? A cautious knock sounded at the door.]

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[The man, bitter and broken, sat curled with his knees to his chest in his bed. Arms wrapped tightly around a tome-like bible that was Anderson's most beloved possession--So tightly was he bound around it, it was as if he were trying to draw it's protection from the very pages within.]

I'm alone.. I'm actually alone..! Why! Why do I have to be left alone in this Godforsaken place!

[He was mewling with his face buried into the the spine of the pages, yet snapped to attention when the door knocked, slamming his back against the headboard. He shot hopeful bloodshot eyes to the door, his heart beating in his chest like a wild dove trying to escape.]

Anderson?

Come.. come in!

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[Abel had no idea, not even the faintest clue as to what was going on. There was something wrong, he could tell that already, but as to the seriousness of the situation... well...

The invitation was immediately responded do, the priest just thankful to hear someone was alive in there. Swinging open the door.... Oh, he hardly expected to see this. Maxwells eyes red from crying, curled up in his bed and clinging to the book like a child would hug a stuffed bear. Surprised? Oh, most certainly, blown away actually by the broken mans appearance, before taking a step forward, concern and worry almost radiating off of him.]

Arch Bishop? What....? [What was going on?] Are you alright?

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[The child-like hopefulness in his glassy expression was almost heart-wrenching to see drain away into utter aging disappointment. Scattered about him were Iscariot barrier parchments, and whatever poor books and other things he found useless that caught the brunt of his earlier rampage.]

You?!

[Maxwell about scattered in ten-different directions as once, only succeeding in sending his own ass to the floor, and wincing down the urge he had to cough viciously again.]

I'm.. I'm alive.

[He scrambled to pull himself back together in front of this would-be heathen, priest, whatever he was, he didn't care right now.]