[network] Event: Long & Lost [NIGHT 217]

[snowblindmods]

it's been so long between the words we spoke
will you be there up on the shore, I hope

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[phaseshifter]

I don't think we're damned. Any of us.

[ Yeah, she only has the very vaguest of ideas of how religion in general works. But this isn't hell. Hell is a room with no windows, no friends, and no freedom. It's a control collar around your neck and eridium tearing its way through your veins. The password to hell is I love you.

But this isn't about that, and Angel just smiles gently over the top of her tablet. ]

I know everyone's definition of what makes someone good is different, but. I can't see anyone deeming everyone here worthy of damnation. And I will fight anyone who says you are, by the by.

[bookofnope]

You did mention the dog. [He can't argue with that, and not just because of the indignity of it. Dogs, children, and Angel herself - he can't call himself damned without calling her the same, and how can that be? She has been his grace.]

But there is no - fighting, when it comes to me. Even if this isn't my private little hell, I know where I stand. There must have been a reason - [he catches himself, and sighs, a long deep one from the very roots of him.]

The choices are either that we are here for a reason, in which case we deserve our fate, or else that it's all meaningless again.