Day 66: Game Room (Fourth Shift)

[knightspirit]

The game room, huh... In normal, everyday life, it wouldn't have sounded too terrible, but as things were, it seemed like more of an annoyance. Games were fine, but priorities.... On the other hand, Kyousuke seemed to have hit a block in figuring out the clues to the the illness, and just thinking without getting anywhere wasn't very productive, either. At this point, it may have been best to push it aside and come back to it fresh. He had his reservations about it, especially since the end of the day was rapidly approaching, but... Frustration wasn't going to get him any closer.

He poked around what games were there with resignation, still half wondering what he was even doing and trying not feel guilty for needing a break. After a while he came across an electronic device marked "Game Boy Color" and picked it up out of curiosity. He'd heard of those before... If he was right, this thing was older than he was, by quite a bit. Flicking it on confirmed his suspicions; the sound and graphics from it spoke for themselves.

Shrugging, he took it a random seat, wincing at the pain in his ribs as he sat down. He guessed it wouldn't kill him to mess around with this thing for a little while.

[Lloyd!]

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[stop_the_rain]

"Things happened to me..." he went on, because he realized no, no that wasn't mostly it. "I don't know...I don't know how much God had to do with it, but...I saw things. Horrible things, and things that...that made me realize how fucking stupid I'd been. And a good man died because...because the asshole who let me at Napier wanted a favor. Only the favor turned out to be killing a really good guy. Someone...someone that had been good to me, when I didn't deserve it. I couldn't do it, but...Frank died anyway. And I got blamed. I...I was on death row. They were transferring me and...there was a bus crash."

He was just resting against Gabe now, his shaking tapering off the more he spoke.

"And that's when I started to see things. A nun...she told me I'd gone far too from the right path. She wasn't real, but... And this cop was after me and...it was her father that had died. And she blamed me. She...she saw me as a monster. I saw me as a monster. And she...she was trying to kill me. I couldn't...I couldn't hurt anybody else so I...I let her."

Another shudder, now, as he remembered Anne bearing down on him, screaming at him, gun raised...

"And then I woke up here. I...God wouldn't even let me rest."

[impudentsongbird]

Gabe's chest ached with sorrow and grief and horror. He hadn't quite understand how emotions could affect the human body like this. He'd known, he just hadn't understood. Even though he was still hugging Murphy pretty tightly, he managed to do so just a little bit more. How was it possible for people to endure such things? He'd always wondered, and now that he'd failed so badly at that himself, he could only wonder more.

But one thing, right now, which seemed crystal clear to the Archangel was that this was Murphy's second chance. If he was meant to have died, and yet hadn't--well, if he had it was quite likely he wouldn't have gotten the 'rest' he wanted. And the Lord didn't generally bring people back to life directly except in special circumstances.

Second chances, however ... Even second chances in another universe ...

What do I say? Gabriel asked the air desperately, hoping somewhere in his heart that someone was listening. What did he say that hadn't been mis-used until it was ridden into the ground and had lost all meaning?

The truth. The truth as best as he knew it, as best as he could explain it.

"I'm not going to pretend I'm any kind of expert," he said quietly. He wasn't. He knew more than most, but expert? No one was an expert at God. Gabriel was His closest companion and even the Archangel didn't understand Him most of the time. "But the way it looks to me, you're getting a second chance. What you do from here on out is up to you. And you can choose to do anything."

Because it was ordained, from the very beginning, that every man and woman would have the right to choose. No matter what Murphy had done in the past, he still had that right, no matter what kind of societal or circumstantial limitations had been imposed on him by others or even himself.

[stop_the_rain]

Murphy pulled back now, needing to compose himself. He was starting to feel...overwhelmed, he guessed. He wasn't sure. But he drew back gently from Gabe, his eyes bright but at least no longer actively leaking. He wiped at them with the back of his hand and shook his head.

Second chances.

"Second chances usually don't happen in a supernatural hellhole you're not likely to survive," he pointed out, bluntly. "It's like the worst of both worlds. Prison and scary voodoo shit that wants me dead."

If that wasn't a pretty obvious sign from God, Murphy didn't know what was. But there was less conviction than there normally was, when he swore up and down that the good Lord had abandoned him.

"Uh, sorry for the language."

[impudentsongbird]

Gabriel let Murphy draw away, squeezing the man's hands in final reassurance before letting them go and folding his own in his lap. At that, the Archangel couldn't help but laugh. Hadn't his Master given Arthur, Lancelot and Guinevere their second chance on the cusp of disaster? "You'd be surprised," he said with a smile, "where second chances can arise. Sometimes the best ones are in supernatural hellholes you're not likely to survive."

Where better to prove a man's mettle than in the face of adversity? There was a reason the wagers had usually taken the same basic tact. People who were blessed with a rich life didn't need second chances. They didn't need to be dressed down, to prove their worth to themselves and to Lucifer. They didn't need the opportunity such places offered.

"Oh, I don't mind," Gabe said with a shrug and another laugh. "There's cause; I wouldn't say it's an inaccurate description of this place."