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[Tiffany, of course, makes a point of visiting the chapel every Sunday morning, but she also drops by every few days besides that as well. Today, she'd noticed something was amiss the moment she'd walked into the room: it smells funny (like there'd been a fire, she thought), it's dustier than usual, and there's a large sunken stain on the floor.

She is very displeased about this, and becomes doubly so when she finds Dillon's broken rosary on the floor.]

Hey.

[She's filming herself sitting on one of the newly-shortened pews, looking sternly at the camera.]

The fuck happened in here? Where's Dillon? This is his.

[She holds up the rosary, dangling it from her fingers.]

Somebody kill him? Were y'all fighting in the chapel?

I don't got an anger parasite in me, but if someone hurt Dillon, when he just woke up, you got me to deal with, you hear? You don't fight in God's house, and you don't hurt my friends in here, either.

Fuckers.

[And with that, she cuts the feed. She'll be in the chapel for a while, first looking around for clues and then sitting and praying.]

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[Hours later, after her conversation with Jean, she adds a short addition to her post.]

dillon is dead i dont know if he's coming back

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Yeah. [It's more of a sob than a word, and she takes a few deep breathes, reaching out to squeeze a pew.] I murdered him, Tiffany, every last bit of him.

[This is a warden.

But that's Dillon, reduced to a stain on the floor.

Without thinking, Tiffany rockets to her feet and shoves Jean, hard.]

[She could block with ease, with her body or her mind, but she doesn't; she lets Tiffany shove her, landing hard on the floor. She winces, a little, but the pain is nothing compared to everything else.

When she looks up at Tiffany, her eyes are burning. There's no point in fighting the tears, really.]

Edited 2015-04-02 22:48 (UTC)

[Tiffany's getting pretty teary herself. She hasn't actually had a lot of experience with Barge deaths so far-- she never found out about Iris, and Merlin had been resurrected before her when they'd died in the breach. She knows Dillon will probably come back, but that doesn't make it better. The fact that it hadn't happened instantaneously is worrying her, too.]

You killed one of my best friends. He was the first person here who was amazing to me, and you burned him up.

[What can she say, I'm sorry? Of course she is, but how does that matter? It won't erase what she did.]

I know. It's not fair. [Her voice is cracking, a little bit, but she keeps it steady, keeps her gaze locked on Tiffany's.] He's been through so much, and he still tries to be kind, and he wanted to save me, and...

Of course he wanted to. He is such an amazing person and I love him.

[She sits back down, heavily, her anger mostly having evaporated when Jean didn't even try to fight back.]

I love him.

...Me, too. [She realises, now, that she'd been starting to think of him as family.

She lets the tears fall as she pushes herself up a bit, crossing her legs beneath her.]

He's - we had - we have a lot in common.

Edited 2015-04-02 23:39 (UTC)

You killed him.

[She sounds more sorrowful than accusing this time. Jean is a stranger to her, but she knows it wasn't really her. Or she assumes, anyway. The idea that Jean could be lying doesn't occur to her.]

Why'd you have to do it in here?

It's where he was. I - at the time, it just didn't matter. [She looks up, into the altar.] It was - really wrecked, afterwards. I tried to fix it, but there was - only so much left.

[There's a new sort of regret in her voice, now, beyond what she did to Dillon. She's not sure what she believes in any more, but chapels are supposed to be a place where people feel safe.]

...My brother's a pastor.

What kind of pastor?

[Her voice is quiet; it's flatter than it normally is.]

Episcopalian. [Her gaze is distant, now, as she thinks back a lifetime. Were things really simpler, back then?] But he welcomes everyone to his sermons, Christian or not. He always said - it matters who you are, not what you are. That what God really wanted was for us to be our best selves.

That sounds like something Dillon would believe. We talk about religion, me and him. He's a Catholic and I'm an evangelical Christian.

[She looks back at Tiffany, smiling a little.] He's a good person to talk to, I think. He makes faith about - compassion, and understanding. Instead of hate and fear.

...Has he ever talked to you about - what he is, where he came from?

Not really. A little bit.

[She falls silent, for a moment - she doesn't know if it's her place, really, to describe it. But if Dillon is really gone, then - ]

He looks human, he was raised human, but deep inside he's not. He's something so much bigger, and brighter, and scarier.

[She reaches up to wipe the hair from her eyes, the tears from her cheeks.]

I'm like that, too. We've both done - extraordinary things. Good and bad.

[She pulls her legs up onto the pew, wrapping her arms around them.]

He is the best person I know. One of them.

He shouldn't be a black stain on the floor.

No. I - life is full of shouldn'ts. [The words are heavy, as she forces herself to look again.] The best people can end up with - the worst lives, the worst fates.

[She laughs, low and fractured.] I always wanted to fix that, not - not add to it. It's why I came here, instead of...

But-- but he's gonna come back. That's what happens here. Right? It'll be soon.

[But she really isn't sure. She's never heard of anyone being so completely destroyed like that.]

Usually, yeah. Death has different rules here. [It was all bent out of shape for a while, but she fixed it, and - ] But if - if it was happening the same way, he should be back by now.

[Still, there's a desperate note of hope in her voice.] Maybe he isn't really gone, though. Not enough that the Barge would bring him back. Anyone else would be, obviously, but maybe... [Maybe. It's all she has.]

Then were is he?

[She's already looking to Jean as if she's somebody that can give her the answers she wants.]

...All around us, maybe. [The answer is quiet, tentative.] For someone like him - like me - the body is just...a vessel. [She remembers cosmic radiation withering her to nothing, remembers ancient lasers reducing her to dust.] Maybe he just - needs to pull himself back together.

[She actually looks around, as if she's expecting to be able to see Dillon.]

How long will it take?

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