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[Will might be surprised to find that one of the rounds Winston comes back, he's holding a new note. Upon unfolding it, Will will notice that it's one of Percy's wanted posters that he's torn down from the station and a note is scrawled on it almost sloppily. It happens when your hand's bandaged up.]

Will,

...I imagine you don't want company. I imagine you don't want condolances condolences and I imagine you're already planning on how to strike back.

But...I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. I did my best. I wanted to do more, I wanted to try and stop this, I wanted so much but this town has proven to me you can't get what you want all the time.

I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow. I'm scared, honestly, but I know I can't be. That won't be good for anyone. I read Dr. Lecter's letter. I have some ideas. I don't know if I'm ready, but again, I know I can't be scared.

Please be well, Will. It's a tall order, I know. Know that despite what happens tomorrow, I'm grateful for all you've done for me in the weeks we've been here. I know you know exactly how everything will play out. I'll have to make do with my own clues and find a new way to win. Dr. Lecter had spoken to me about maybe working with us. I think he already knew it was too late. I appreciate him humoring me, at least.

Like I said, I imagine you don't want company and maybe that's for the best. I had enough people tell me to take time to grieve and I don't know if I ever really did. But you and Winston can probably guess where to find me. Otherwise, I'll see you tomorrow, I hope.

-Perseus
 
 
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[He thinks of where she could be not long after he receives his letter from Hannibal. He remembers something Natalie told him not long ago, about how she and Jason came here once to drink away their sorrows and he finds it funny even now.

It's the only bit of humor he has left.

It's with this in mind that he enters the church quietly and shuts the door silently behind him. Churches are fake, he thinks, too boxed in and too reliant on only one god. Then again, it's not like the gods have ever helped him here, have they? And they won't help now.

Percy's spoken to Natalie before about losing friends. And his heart sinks as he realizes just how true those words are.]


...Natalie?
 
 
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[Silence fills the room. They've lost one of their own and their biggest chance to end the game. It's no surprise no one's in a good mood, but they all know they have to be here.

So...who will speak first?]