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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!

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[thelightbringer]

[There's an uncomfortably long pause, and then he finishes off the cookie]

I'm still working that out.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Oh? Process with me.

[thelightbringer]

It's hard to go back to...Hell, basically. To being damned. I'd rather just stay where I am and burn then have some relief and be thrown back into it.

But at the same time--it's easier to think. It's like being folded into a shoebox, or a...[does Break know shoeboxes?] basket. But even so it's easier to think like I used to.

And then I realized that if Michael had been able to see, he might have understood. And if Rhode was here....

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

See, I knew we needed peanut butter.

[thelightbringer]

[It startles a smile, and he walks over to take another.]

And is it a State Secret, or can you tell me how you knew?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I follow the network. I know who's missing.

[thelightbringer]

Mmm. Which reminds me, I need to start doing that. I've been...distracted.

[He gives him a mock-accusing look.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Not my fault.

[Sticking his tongue out at him.]

[thelightbringer]

Oh, no, there's some blame you can't shrug off, Xerxes.

[With the most playfully grave expression.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

All that tea. The companionable hatred.

[thelightbringer]

And I do hate you.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

I know, I know, human scum.

[thelightbringer]

Oh, yes.

[He roughs up Break's hair and sprawls in the chair beside him.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

What are you going to do now?

[thelightbringer]

Wait for the next shoe to fall.

[With Michael and Rhode both gone in opposite directions, he no longer has any idea what to do. He can't go with both of them, and he has no chance of persuading Michael at home.]

What else can I do?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Want to start a gardening project with me?

[thelightbringer]

[...Actually? Yes. He does. If nothing else, it will help him get a better feel for this world.]

What plants?

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[Break knows his pet devil.]

We have to scavenge for seeds- but whatever we can find. I have a few saved.

[thelightbringer]

The plants won't last long if I use my power to help them. [Part of the whole being damned thing.]

I've never grown anything the old fashioned way.

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

Then we'd better pack a snack, but start walking.

[thelightbringer]

We have one.

[Cookies! Angels have no concept of nutrition.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

All right, all right.

[thelightbringer]

[He waits for Break to be ready, in no hurry himself.]

[mister-hatter.livejournal.com]

[Cookies packed away, he moves to join him.]

[thelightbringer]

[Lucifer touches him, and flies them instantaneously to the wastes]