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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?
[Private]
[He should know. He let Dylan Hunt kill him. Something he'll have to undo if he goes back.]
But no. It doesn't mean you should. Sometimes the damage is worse when you do. Only he knows everything he's done wrong, and only he can arrange to have it rectified.