Fifteen- [Audio]

[im_notspecial]

What is there but sin? But pain? What is there to life but anguish? We are tested by our God. Always. Even here He tests the strongest of us. Sends us to our own personal hells. But we have to prevail, do we not? We must not fail.

Ever.

For if we do, we are sent His wrath. Or we are sent to Hell.

[Private to Will]I cannot take this place,

Comments

[Private]

[grahamcommawill]

John, you know my door's always open for you. There's no need for the network.

[Private]

[im_notspecial]

I'm not leaving. It isn't my room. This place...this is my only sanctuary.

[Private -> Spam]

[grahamcommawill]

I'll see you in a few minutes.

[He's not taking no for an answer, either. The communicator stays behind in his room. Ever since John's mom showed up... things have been quiet between them. For a bit it seemed like John needed some space. The flood was incredibly awkward, after all. But now he realizes that was a mistake.

He knocks at the door when he arrives.]

[Spam]

[im_notspecial]

[John just unlocked the door. He didn't open it, didn't respond. Instead, once that was finished, John moved back to his cot of a bed and buried his face in his hands.]

[creatingalegacy]

If you're not in heaven with your God, you must have failed pretty hard already.

[im_notspecial]

'And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.'

For you of so little faith. And so little morals.

Private

[im_notspecial]

Go away, Sergeant Howie. I have no time to entertain you. At least not about faith in your God.

Re: Private

[im_notspecial]

Then what is it?