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Questioning Sentences, Vol. 53

"Oh. Um..."

Should Killian worry? Jeremiah supposed that was a question of what the man was potentially concerned about. There were plenty of things that could be flagged as a problem should someone be inclined to think that way, but people didn't tend to show an interest. The people who didn't know the reality of what Jeremiah was dealing with thought him strange - paranoid, delusional, or having a nervous breakdown of some kind - and the people who did know didn't care. They were either too busy themselves, or they didn't want to intervene - and who could really blame them? Nothing good was ever going to come out of those woods.

Of course, his brother worried about him. Trevor may not understand it, but he'd seen how much he'd changed. Jeremiah wished he could explain everything and try to reassure him that it was all fine, but he couldn't, and even if he could, what could he possibly say that'd do anything other than cause even more concern?

Apparently Killian was worried about him too. That was... Nice? Kind of, anyway. Jeremiah didn't want the other man to worry, but he was touched that he cared enough to consider it.

"Well, I mean, it depends on what you're worried about, doesn't it? That I'm going to turn up dead one day? Or, more likely, that I'll just vanish? Yeah, that might happen - but I'm not going to go crazy from isolation, or willingly wander off, or anything like that. So I guess you shouldn't be worried? Because it won't change anything, will it? Unless you want to live in a tent next to my cabin, you're not going to be able to prevent anything that may happen."

First Meetings Sentences, Vol. 2

It was getting towards the end of Jeremiah's working day and, before returning to his cabin for a shower and some dinner, he'd decided to stop by one of the visitor centres to take advantage of the shop there. They'd just got some new pet products in, including bandanas for dogs that said 'Bark Ranger' on them. Picking one up for Dog was just too tempting to resist.

As he paid for the item, he noticed Dog begin to bark outside. That was odd. Jeremiah had left him in his car, and he was usually so good at staying quiet. If he was barking, that usually meant that somebody was bothering him.

Figuring it was rowdy kids knocking on the car window or something like that, Jeremiah hurried out of the shop. However, once he left the building, he noticed that this wasn't the case. Maybe whoever it had been had run off? That wouldn't be too unusual - Dog could be pretty intimidating once he was riled up.

As he started to walk towards the car, a voice towards his side stopped him. Usually, he'd ignore it, but for some reason, Jeremiah found himself pausing on the spot.

"Sorry, but I just got off duty, sir," he said, turning towards the stranger. "You'll have to ask another park ranger for help, or if you go into the visitor centre, the help desk is still open."

True Detective Sentences, Vol. 1

Those were not the words Jeremiah had expected to hear after spending the night at Killian's. He'd assumed that they would leave in the morning, and the journey to the FBI building would be filled by the other man threatening him and making it very clear that he never wanted to see his face anywhere near New York again. Though Jeremiah did sense that Killian was still unhappy with him, he was surprised to find that actually, he was being pretty understanding about the whole situation.

Having not slept at all due a combination of the noise of the city, being in a strange place, his prediction of upcoming hostility, and, well, the usual issues, Jeremiah was exhausted. As such, he was grateful that they weren't fighting. He liked Killian, and he really didn't want him to be mad at him for what was an honest accident.

Plus, what was the threat anyway? Jeremiah was never going to speak to his family again! If he had his way, he'd keep away from all major cities altogether!

"Um. Thanks?"

He wasn't sure what else to say. Jeremiah knew that he wasn't an evil man, but he didn't think of himself as good either. He was just... Himself, he supposed. He did what needed to be done, and then kept to himself the rest of the time.

But, he did appreciate Killian's words. Jeremiah had done things that made him doubt himself sometimes. Killian was a professional, right? If he thought that he was a good person still, then he was probably right.

Alien Sentences

Well... Jeremiah couldn't deny that, could he? The Devil played by his own rules - that was just a known fact. Still, he couldn't help but try to apply some logic to the situation. That was all he could do, wasn't it? Try to rationalise the impossible things he had witnessed?

"There has to be some logic, though," Jeremiah tried to argue. "You can't just, you know, break the rules of reality."

Or could he? Again, the Devil played by his own rules...

"Even if you have different rules, there has to be logic. Even God has logic, and he's God! And you're not, so you have to have logic, and limits, and all of that kind of thing - right? Doesn't mean they have to be human."

Ill & Injured Sentences, Vol. 3

A near-death experience was not something that a man could immediately come to terms with. Even after his flight home from Seattle, Jeremiah still felt rather off. It must have shown on his face because, after bumping into Brook while wandering down one of the quieter trails, she seemed to be rather concerned.

"I'm fine." He wasn't.

"I haven't been sleeping lately." He hadn't.

"It's nothing to worry about." It probably was.

He ran a hand over his face and through his hair. Jeremiah really didn't want to have this conversation, but he also didn't want anyone to be more concerned than usual about him. Right now, all he wanted was to be left alone - not for people to feel the need to meddle and 'fix' things.

Questioning Sentences, Vol. 17

"Oh. Um."

Well, wasn't that an awkward question? To be quite honest, Jeremiah hadn't planned on mentioning it. He didn't really know Cassandra - he didn't know what she really did, or what she was like, or even why she was in front of him, talking to him in person. Was there some kind of ulterior motive? He hoped not. His Delta Green work was confusing enough without having to also worry about the people he was working with.

Mind you, it was a bit too late for that now, wasn't it?

In the end, Jeremiah supposed his hesitation and the way he awkwardly shuffled on his feet were answer enough. There didn't seem to be any reason to deny that he had killed some. After all, she had too, right? He had been assuming that they all had.

There were some benefits to not being able to sleep. They were few and far between, but they did exist - or, at least, that was what Jeremiah told himself. Lying awake in a tent with a man that he barely knew, yet who knew the worst thing he had ever done, was far from a particularly pleasant experience, but it was made infinitely worse by the fact he could hear something moving around outside the tent.

At least he was awake. If it was something terrible, at least he was awake and capable of anticipating the threat. Jeremiah was tense as he listened to the noises. Behind the sound of the wind and the rustling of leaves, there was a kind of... Snuffling? Almost as though Dog was out there, searching through the leaf litter for bits of whatever he could find to scoff down before he was reprimanded for eating things he shouldn't.

But Dog wasn't out there. He was back at the cabin, no doubt sound asleep, probably on top of Jeremiah's bed where he definitely wasn't supposed to be.

For a while, there was at least the comfort of additional wildlife noises too. Suddenly, though, they stopped. No crickets, or distant owls, or anything of the sort - yet, the snuffling remained. That wasn't good. It could be a coincidence, yes, but it could also be something dangerous - especially considering why they were out there in the first place...

Jeremiah considered investigating on his own, but considering the company he was with... Well, as much as he liked to work alone, he knew it would be more sensible to take advantage of the backup he had next to him.

Sharing the Holiday Season Prompts ☕ Your muse brings my muse a hot drink

Jeremiah had given Edgar the bed. This had partly been because he'd been raised with good manners, but also because it just made sense. He barely slept, so he may as well give the actual bed to his older guest, and then spent his restless night laying awake on the sofa.

Dog wasn't particularly happy about the sleeping arrangements, of course. He usually curled up on the end of the bed, so he was naturally upset about being shut out of the bedroom. Anyway, he'd gotten over it after a few hours, and instead had curled up in front of the fire.

Somehow, Jeremiah had actually managed to drop off for a few hours. This wasn't too surprising - eventually, exhaustion always got the better of him - but what was surprising was how he'd woken up to the smell of fresh coffee, a mug of which was soon brought over to him.

"Oh. Thank you," Jeremiah said as, bleary-eyed, he sat up, wrapping his thin blanket around his shoulders as he did so. His home was not the most well-insulated, and the chill in the air suggested that the weather outside was due to be some of the coldest of the year so far.