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Nov. 14th, 2014

smackenzie: (faye)
"Come back to the cell, Piere. Come back to bed. This is only causing you pain."

"I don't belong here, Rainaut.  I don't.  I'm sorry.  I'm trying to fit in, I promise I am, but I don't think I can do it.  I don't fit.  And God can't hear me."  He looks up, past the altar, at the round window and its center pane of glass, the yellow circle no doubt meant to represent the sun and the light of God's love.  He misses his sun pendant.  He misses his brother friars.  He misses knowing his place in the world, knowing that he's where he's meant to be, where God wants him to be, doing what God wants him to be doing.  He misses feeling at home.  He misses being home.

His eyes are wet.  His head drops and he covers his face with his hands. )

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