Maybe it's possible for us to come up with a social contract under which we collectively pretend that floods like the last one just didn't happen? It feels like a lot of us enjoy each others suffering in a way that is inevitably going to come back around and make our lives uncomfortable at a later date.
[Filtered to wardens who Prefect is especially fond of. Rayne, Una, Kirk, Sexby, Four, The Marquis and Seven.]
Comrades, has anyone else noticed that Howie seems... particularly unlike himself, lately?
[Private to Howie]
Excuse me Comrade, I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about God?
[Filtered to wardens who Prefect is especially fond of. Rayne, Una, Kirk, Sexby, Four, The Marquis and Seven.]
Comrades, has anyone else noticed that Howie seems... particularly unlike himself, lately?
[Private to Howie]
Excuse me Comrade, I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about God?