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They were so tired, just so tired. All they wanted was to be free. No longer have to run from sin, to have to jump, slide, and hide from everything out to get them. But, sadly there was nothing they could do for this is his plan, the plan for them that they must continue. The plan that they must run. That they must stay pure. For if they falter, for even just a moment… Only horrors lie in wait.
Standing up from their rest, they stepped on the pressure plate, and ran. They ran through doors, they slid through half walls, and they hid from Carnation. But they slipped. Being just a second too slow to the hiding spot to avoid Carnation. Dying again… How much longer must they continue? How much longer must they try to be perfect?
Again, forced to face him. Forced to face him and admit their failings, how they fell to sin and strayed from his path. Only to again be sent back. Sent back to continue til they succeed, but what are they trying to succeed? Only he will ever know. Sitting in the saferoom, once again stuck. Left remembering his face… the disappointed look, how he sent them back with just a wave. No more speech of rebirth and redemption, only the face of a man who has given up.
John slumped to the floor, sitting there with no idea what to do next… Why can’t they just be what he wants… Why can’t they just stay on his path…? Why can’t they just be perfect?! Only left with no clue as to what to do to be what he wants… Before they realized it they were crying, despite wiping their eyes they couldn’t seem to stop. They should stop, they had to stop their tears. They had no reason to cry, it’s not his fault for being disappointed in them. They’re the failure, they’re the one who keeps straying from his path. But no matter what, they kept crying, the tears kept falling… Even after their attempts to stop, they kept coming. In their frantic struggle of wiping and rubbing just to get it to stop. But alas, they cried, they kept sobbing their heart out, feeling horrible through every moment because they did not deserve to cry.
Their burst of stress left them tired, just like before. Pathetic and tired, all from their meaningless outburst. Left with only the will to think, to think about what they did and was it really necessary to go that far over some tears?? Oh how they were so stupid, so stupid and emotional. So pathetic to let their emotions get the better of them, to even think of him while they moped about themselves. Wiping their eyes again, they stood. No one who embraces emotion deserves rest. Standing up, John stepped on the pressure plate to continue, continue his plan and to continue their cycle.