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[The PCD catches Break singing has he manages the dishes.]

Twelve for the twelve Apostles
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven,
Ten for the ten commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April Rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky,

[Up to his elbows in soap, voice pleasant, but wheezy.]

Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the Gospel makers,
Three, three, the rivals,
Two, two, the lily-white boys,
Clothèd all in green, O and
One is one and all alone
And evermore shall be so!

Comments

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Do you remember why you were playing nice with me?

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Because I liked you.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Because of Hatter.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Hm. I don't remember if I knew about that before or not.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Oh, you did.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

Maybe.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

At the masquerade.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

I don't remember the masquerade anymore.

[Quietly.]

I came back from the dead in those very halls. I was still putting myself back together.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Well.

[Shrugging.]

It doesn't matter now.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

What are you trying to get at?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Ah, I can't, it's too cruel!

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

You're being melodramatic.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Well, you can accept that part of the reason you were nice to me was that I could potentially kill you for good, if Hatter had only ever showed up?

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

You remember.

[He smiles.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

And when he never materialized you made a bet that you'd stand a better chance of dying by turning me over to the doctor.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

I must say, I didn't think you'd hold it over my head for two years.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

You still don't know the best part!

You backed the wrong horse.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

...did I?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I have him now. And if I still loved you, I would end you.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

No you wouldn't.

[He laughs.]

The animus wouldn't let you.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I would have.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

[There's a pause. Yuca looks at him for a moment.]

You didn't love me.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Not in the traditional sense of the world. But I would have done a great deal to make your life bearable.

[neverquitedies.livejournal.com]

You still can, you know.

[A slow, easy smile.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I don't know, Yuca.