November 6th to the 12th (Patrick and the Templar)

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The work room was undoubtedly the worst few days of Patrick’s life, and he would grow to wish he could forget them, though the suffering he experienced at the hands of the Templar would forever be drilled into his memory.

( The Strappado and one Lying Angel )

November 6th to the 12th (Patrick and the Templar)

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The work room was undoubtedly the worst few days of Patrick’s life, and he would grow to wish he could forget them, though the suffering he experienced at the hands of the Templar would forever be drilled into his memory.

( The Strappado and one Lying Angel )

November 18th and Freedom (Patrick, Erin, Saul)

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It had taken a long time for Patrick’s arms to heal and they still weren't completely better, but while he had convalesced, he had been fed with hearty and filling food and there had been no more torture and deprivation. He had to have a bedside service every day, but pretending to pray would never be as bad as the things he had suffered in the work room or during his forced fast. He had regained the weight he had lost while he had been purified and, though he couldn’t believe it, he actually looked better now than when he had come to this terrible place, lost to his alcoholism and slobbering drunk. He didn’t feel better, and he was scared shitless, but he looked healthier.

( And this brings us to liberation )

November 18th and Freedom (Patrick, Erin, Saul)

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It had taken a long time for Patrick’s arms to heal and they still weren't completely better, but while he had convalesced, he had been fed with hearty and filling food and there had been no more torture and deprivation. He had to have a bedside service every day, but pretending to pray would never be as bad as the things he had suffered in the work room or during his forced fast. He had regained the weight he had lost while he had been purified and, though he couldn’t believe it, he actually looked better now than when he had come to this terrible place, lost to his alcoholism and slobbering drunk. He didn’t feel better, and he was scared shitless, but he looked healthier.

( And this brings us to liberation )

No More (Flynn, Susan) {Warning: Suicide Attempt}

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A week ago, Flynn had sold his guitar and now the money was gone. Without his guitar, Flynn felt like he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t make music and he couldn’t see a time in the future when he would ever be able to afford another guitar if he stayed in this dreadful, dead place in Liverpool. He had sold the one thing that made him feel alive, and all he had left was a tiny room that barely heated up, a hungry belly which was rarely sated for long, and a landlord who repulsed Flynn and regularly demanded sexual favours in exchange for Flynn’s continued roof over his head.

( End of the Line )

No More (Flynn, Susan) {Warning: Suicide Attempt}

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A week ago, Flynn had sold his guitar and now the money was gone. Without his guitar, Flynn felt like he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t make music and he couldn’t see a time in the future when he would ever be able to afford another guitar if he stayed in this dreadful, dead place in Liverpool. He had sold the one thing that made him feel alive, and all he had left was a tiny room that barely heated up, a hungry belly which was rarely sated for long, and a landlord who repulsed Flynn and regularly demanded sexual favours in exchange for Flynn’s continued roof over his head.

( End of the Line )