Richie lets his head roll to better look him over. He's weary of course, but even then oddly reserved. Mulling over something with dire implications.]
Could be. [Seems to be. Even so, the idea doesn't sit right with him.] Have we all sinned so much we're deserving of this?
[This being their wounds. The salt poured into them, the lunacy and the weekend ballyhoo. A rug pull just when they though there was a helping hand to reach for, flicking the off switch on the guiding light.]
Maybe you or me. Sure. By some divine force's measure, maybe we need to get raked over the coals. I can't imagine someone like Koharu has earned that kind of judgment.
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Richie lets his head roll to better look him over. He's weary of course, but even then oddly reserved. Mulling over something with dire implications.]
Could be. [Seems to be. Even so, the idea doesn't sit right with him.] Have we all sinned so much we're deserving of this?
[This being their wounds. The salt poured into them, the lunacy and the weekend ballyhoo. A rug pull just when they though there was a helping hand to reach for, flicking the off switch on the guiding light.]
Maybe you or me. Sure. By some divine force's measure, maybe we need to get raked over the coals. I can't imagine someone like Koharu has earned that kind of judgment.