Sixteen- [Audio]

[im_notspecial]

[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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[im_notspecial]

[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.]

[im_notspecial]

[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.]

[expectremorse]

[Affected Hoffman has to save people. HAS to-in his mind. So at this he responds utomatically]

Oh...what can I do? How can I help?

[He sounds utterly desperate]

[im_notspecial]

[Gasping:] Pray.

[expectremorse]

[Weak, weak laugh.] My dad was Jewish and my mom was lapsed. Catholic. Which will help more?

-[this guy is in pain. He MUST be saved!]

[im_notspecial]

Catholic. [He pauses for a moment.] Pray for your sins to leave you, so that you do not endure this.