The strangest sounds in the air.

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A dream, daydream, vision?  When was it heard?  A day, two, ago?  It's been coming together for a while.  It was being... implemented... before it happened.  I... remember... some things.  But the times and dates are out of synchronization.  It doesn't make any sense you would understand.  I am used to that though.

Pray?  Prey?  Predator.  A new one spoke without words.

Yes.

I... do... understand.  It wasn't I who died.


Deeply.  So deeply I thought I was owed.

It wasn't she who lived.  If you would be forgiven confusion.

I am not owed.  I don't want, anymore.  I tried to just let go after some sight.


He who created corruption had best hope God has other plans.  For if I go down, there will be nowhere for him to hide.  When I wouldn't be spouting Our Fathers or Hail Mary's at him, I'd be giving him wedgies, swirlies, or carving crucifixes into his forehead.  Oh, yes, I would be.


If, too, the one we both seem to have found for consolation knows better still.  I found Someone to truly believe in.  Looking on His pain allows me to easily handle mine.

(in case they corrupt the video)
Maybe not what I thought, vengeance.  But a dark duty remains.  For both of us.

Yes.  Do not worry.  Let it go.  And pray.  He does know.  And that is what a coyote is, or can be.  Maybe only the nexus one, ones?  Not absolutely sure on that one.  *wink*