[He shoves the letter in Annabeth's mailbox finally, closing the door and leaning his forehead against it.]
...well then I screwed up. Whatever. I got what we needed and we can move. Will and Hannibal can focus on me having too much information and you guys can work on the side to either get a plan in order or figure out what Damian will do. I don't know if it's that he'll let Dr. Lecter get killed so much as maybe he wants to watch him work for it? Annabeth makes me do everything myself, too.
All seven of us won't kill each other. I know that. But who else? Who else can we include? That's seven other people out there...I trust Papika and Mr. Barnham, so that turns into nine out of fourteen. [This is the worst.] ...it might be the least risky option as long as we don't need the Deputy alive in order to win. That's the real thing we need to ask Hal.
[But yeah...no more people who have to get killed by coyotes.] ...that was why I told you and Jason I didn't want anyone else spending the night out at the stocks anymore. If people are meant to die, the town will make sure of it somehow. Or Hal. Whoever. The town isn't sentient? I don't know anymore.
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[He shoves the letter in Annabeth's mailbox finally, closing the door and leaning his forehead against it.]
...well then I screwed up. Whatever. I got what we needed and we can move. Will and Hannibal can focus on me having too much information and you guys can work on the side to either get a plan in order or figure out what Damian will do. I don't know if it's that he'll let Dr. Lecter get killed so much as maybe he wants to watch him work for it? Annabeth makes me do everything myself, too.
All seven of us won't kill each other. I know that. But who else? Who else can we include? That's seven other people out there...I trust Papika and Mr. Barnham, so that turns into nine out of fourteen. [This is the worst.] ...it might be the least risky option as long as we don't need the Deputy alive in order to win. That's the real thing we need to ask Hal.
[But yeah...no more people who have to get killed by coyotes.] ...that was why I told you and Jason I didn't want anyone else spending the night out at the stocks anymore. If people are meant to die, the town will make sure of it somehow. Or Hal. Whoever. The town isn't sentient? I don't know anymore.