I barely know where to begin.
[Beckett is seated on the loft bed in Building 108, all the plastic cases from the drawer under that bed - scattered in front of him. He's shirtless, despite the cold in the house, and alternates between fiddling with the cases, and carefully prodding at the deep bruising that is all that's left of the blows that shattered both his arms.]It feels -
aghhh, bloody hell, still hurts - feels like there are a hundred connections I'm not making. I can't believe I haven't connected the eye of the Prophet to the eye under the ocean before, though what does it mean? And what we're undergone - is there actual resemblance to what the patchwork anomalies have communicated undergoing? I haven't even had a chance to revise the timeline. Riley Sung died twenty-nine years before the catastrophic impact event. Whatever the demonstrations were against, something was abnormal in Norfinbury long before the town died. It's all -
[he gestures limply at the cases] as scattered as this mess.
[Granted, some of it may be the recent extreme trauma. He's not about to talk about the bloody trauma, though. He shivers a little.]Too damn cold here. Was this building always so... never mind. Those of you who were brainwashed, how much do you remember? Don't start with the guilt trips. Just think. Enoch said to me that the god the Prophet stands for is what caused the event that burned out her eyes. I'm not sure what to make of it. We need to know everything.