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A shaky hand has slowly scrawled over a piece of paper. Words are spread in different directions, and the paper is screwed up into small ball; deposited carefully into one of Padraig's pockets:
Destroyed. Weak.
Catatonia. Curled into a tiny ball. Consciousness is beaten only by (something scrawled away)
K i ll her. Slowly. Pissed myself
The dreams. Face. Voice. Total control. I am nothing. She can will crush me.
Revenge. R E TR I B U T IO N
fear
terror total control survival
Ellen life thanks debt
Magneto death? improvement survive revenge proof perform
others hide weakness strength
life death madness
pain-pain-pain-pain-pain-pain-pain
For other members of the Brotherhood to note; Padraig's nightmares are likely to be waking him up throughout the night. Probably loudly.