Feb 11, 2019
“ he’s dead. he can’t talk. ”
“Jacob, that’s why you do the interrogation BEFORE you kill them.”
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“ he’s dead. he can’t talk. ”
“Jacob, that’s why you do the interrogation BEFORE you kill them.”
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The eldest Seed has never been one for letting those emotions out from the depths of the deep dark box he keeps them in, which is amazingly opposite from how Paul lives his life. To be human is to feel emotion, live it and accept the feelings as they come. He can pretend and put on a show if he needs to but he doesn’t typically feel that urge to do so. There’s no point in living that lie.
Paul has gotten himself into the middle of this war with his family and the resistance. Neither one being completely just in any of their actions. One side has his unconditional love and the other are leaning towards his moral code. SOMEWHAT. As they sink lower he’s not sure who the right party is.
When the words hit him, Paul turns to stare as if those words are ones he has NEVER expected to hear. They’ve urged him to not get involved, once he let on that he knew exactly what has gone on. The apostle has been lied to, strung along, and sheltered from all the realities simply because they knew he would not agree. None of its helped though has it? He was still attacked by Jess Black and left to die only to find out THEN that his brothers were not who they seemed.
Their love he’s never doubted though. Betrayal runs deep, sure, but he’s not ever doubting what they did was what they thought was best. The thought is appreciated, but he isn’t any less furious. Now he’s trying to stop as much death as possible and its highly dangerous.
His gaze turns away once he gets over the initial shock. “None of us can guarantee our mortality, my brother. You KNOW that. Just because you can’t fathom the thought doesn’t mean it WON’T happen. God has a plan for everyone doesn’t he? Who is to say that my part isn’t to help ease the lost souls? The ones you ‘culled’ as you put it. I don’t want death... nor destruction... there are better ways. And if my DEATH proves that because I fought for it? Then so be it.”
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He can feel the pulse in Pratt's neck, the reflexive spasm of his throat as he tries to swallow, or breath, or anything really. Jacob squeezes a little harder letting his fingers dig into the Deputy's flesh. "So you are going to sit here, shut the fuck up, and we are going to try again." Letting the battered deputy go he pushes him back, the chair he's seated in rocking back on two legs before lurching forward.
When Staci was let go, the first thought to shoot through him was fear as the chair rocked backward and was at the tipping point of falling over. However, instead it lurched forward and Staci kept completely still in the seat. Obediently, he nodded his head.
He was going to sit there. He was going to shut the fuck up. And they were going to try again.
"We're not weird Paul, you love us."
“Just because i said you were weird doesn’t mean i love you any less. It also doesn’t make you any less weird.”